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A TRIBUTE OF ADMIRATION 



TO ONE OF THE BEST POETS 



OUB COUNTRY. 



PREFACE. 



in this book-making age, various are the causes which have induced msn 
t© become authors. With some, chill Penury has been the only stimulus; 
with others, Ambition, that spur to great and noble deeds as well as vices, 
Uas been the cnief excitant. Some have been influenced by true Benevolence, 
uid a sincere wish to ameliorate the condition of mankind ; while others have 
written to gratify rapacious Avarice or fell Revenge. Science, with its occult 
ruths, and the wonderful and gratifying disclosures it makes to its followers, 
has produced many authors ; and another and quite numerous class has been 
generated by pure Ennui — an intolerable weariness at having nothing to do. 

None of these potent causes has exercised much influence in the conception 
and execution of this Work : it may be said to have been the result of mere 
accident — an agent not less observable in many of the actions of men than 
those above enumerated. The task of making the following collection was 
commenced four or five years ago, but without any view to puDlication ; and it 
was not until the pages had accumulated so as to assume somewhat of a book- 
like appearance, that the resolution to print them was adopted : a resolution 
which has been considerably influenced and encouraged by the consideration, 
that there is a necessity and a demand for such a book at this time. 

To the editor, tne author, and the public speaker, it is believed that a great 
convenience will hereby be afforded ; tor nothing adorns a composition or a 
Bpeech more than appropriate quotations — endorsing, as it were, our own 
sentiments with the sanction of other minds — unless the habit of quoting is 
too often indulged, when it degenerates into pedantry, and becomes unpleasing. 
It is hoped, too, that the general reader, at least every lover of Poetry, > ,;, J 
here find much to instruct and amuse. And who, that has feeling, is not s 
lover of Poetry ? Who can listen to ' ; the dear, dear witchery of song," no' 
feel that it is the very language of Nature herself? Coming as it does from 
the heart, it appeals directly to the hearts of others, and seems to take the 
fancy and the feelings captive unawares. So universal is its influence, and so 
comprehensive its scope, that there is scarcely a theme within the range oJ 
the imagination, from the sublime conceptions of Milton and Dante to the 
ridiculous an! common-place subjects of Butler's verse, which may not b«* 
appropriately sung "in liquid lines mellifluously bland." 

1* M 



<T1 PREFACE 

It will oe perceived that a great number of authors are here quoted. Exten 
live libraries, not accessible to the great mass of readers, have been ransacked, 
and many volumes have been read simply for the purpose of plucking somi 
5* their sweet flowers from the native wildwood in which we find themsur 
rojnded and almost obscured by weeds and thistles," and transplanting then* 
to bloom in this little parterre. The Extracts, with few exceptions, have bees 
arranged 'in chronological order, extending from the days of the earliest 
English poets to the present time, and embracing many passages from the 
poetry of America. 

Perhaps an apology is due from the author for having inserted some of his 
own effusions in this collection. In some instances, pieces have been com- 
posed by him to illustrate a subject in a manner different from those that 
preceded them ; in others, they have been inserted simply to fill a vacant 
corner; and in others, because they were already written, and it was thought 
they w r ould at least do no injury, and might possibly serve to render more 
apparent the beauty of others, by contrast, as the brightest stars in the firma- 
ment seem more brilliant when compared with the small twinklers that 
surround them. Another motive for this temerity, — and this is not the least 
just, if not the most satisfactory, of those that might be urged, — may perhaps 
be traced to that ubiquitous principle, vanitas scriptorum, and to its offspring, 
which Byron exhibited to his Reviewers, when he wrote in extenuation of his 
offence — 

1 'T is pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print ; 
A book 's a book, although there 's nothing in 't " 

To the compilation and classification of the following Extracts much time 
and labor have been devoted. Still the critical reader will doubtless find many 
imperfections, both in the plan and execution of the work, which can scarcely 
be excused by the fact of its having been prepared for the press amidst the 
continuous and exacting calls of professional studies. But, tedious and even 
perplexing as the task has often been in its details, on the whole it has proved 
a labor of love, to collect into one casket what were "like orient pearls ai 
random strung ;" and, such as the book is, the compiler would fain present 
it to its readers as a variegated bouquet, culled from the many gardens thaf 
diversify and adorn the extensive fields of English and American Poetry. 

J. T. W. 



TABLE OF CONTENTS. 



A. 

Absence Page 13 

Action , 15 

Activity 16 

Actors 17 

Adieu ., 19 

Adversity 1 23 

Advice ; 27 

Affection . ... I ........ . 28 

Age ., 30 

Ambition 32 

Ancestry 35 

Anger 37 

Animal 40 

Antiquary 42 

Apparel 43 

Appearance 45 

Appetite, , -j , 49 

Applause 51 

Architecture 53 

Aigument • • • • 53 

Arufice 56 

Assassination. ..„„... 57 

Associates , 58 

Astonishment 59 

Authors 60 

Autumn 61 

Avarice 65 

B. 

Ball 67 

Banishment 70 

Banner 71 

Bashfulness 72 

Battle 74 

Beast 40 

Beauty,. 79 

Beggar 84 

Betting 85 

Bigotry . -. 86 

birds ". S7 



Birth 8« 

Blacksmith 91 

Blindness 9S 

Blush... 93 

Boasting 93 

Book 94 

Bravery 97 

Brevity 145 

Bribery 65 

Brute ' 40 

Building </. 53 

C. 

Calumny 101 

Candor 104 

Care 104 

Caution 107 

Celibacy 108 

Ceremony HO 

Chance HO 

Change 1 12 

Character 1 14 

Charity H6 

Chastity 108 

Cheerfulness H7 

Childhood 121 

Chivalry 124 

Church 125 

Cigar * 126 

Clergy 125 

Cloud 127 

Company 58 

Compassion 283 

Concealment 128 

Confession 130 

Confidence 131 

Conscience - 131 

Consent 136 

Constancy 137 

Contemplation . . . .• 141 

Contempt 14* 

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CONTFNTS. 



Contentment 143 

Conversation 145 

Coquette 148 

Country 149 

Country Life 472 

Courage 97 

Courtier 153 

Courtship 155 

Cowardice 159 

Credulity 161 

Criticism 162 

Critics 162 

Cruelty 165 

Curiosity 167 

Curses 168 

Custom 169 

1). 

Dancing 67 

Danger 170 

Day ;... 171 

Death 175 

Decay 180 

Deceit 181 

Declaration 1 . 184 

Defiance 185 

Delay 186 

Delicacy 187 

Design 188 

Despair 188 

Destiny 191 

Destruction 192 

Determination 193 

Detraction . ] ' 194 

Dinner 49 

Disappointment 194 

Discontent 143 

Discretion 107 

Disease 198 

Dishonesty 201 

Displeasure 201 

Disposition 114 

Diiseusion 203 

Distance 203 

Domestic Affairs 204 

Doubt 161 

Drama 17 

Dreams 206 



Dress 43 

Drinking 209 

Drunkenness , 209 

Duty 131 

E. 

Eating 48 

Echo 214 

Ecstasy 214 

Education 215 

Egotism 219 

Elegance 220 

Eloquence 221 

Embrace 224 

Emigration 227 

Emulation 32 ' 

Enemy 228 

Engagement 230 

Enjoyment 231 

Enterprise . . . 16 

Enthusiasm 235 

Envy 101 

Equality 236 

Error * 237 

Esteem 238 

Eternity 239 

Etiquette 240 

Evening. 171 

Example 241 

Excellence 242 

Excess 209 

Execution 245 

Exercise 246 

Exile 70 

Expectation , 247 

Experience 248 

Extravagance 249 

Extremes 249 

Eyes v 250 

F. 

Fairies 254 

Faith 256 

Falsehood 25? 

Fame 260 

Fancy 263 

Farewell ? 19 

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Fashion 43 

Fate 191 

Father 265 

Favor.... 267 

Fear 159 

Feasting » 49 

Features 250 

Feeling , 268 

Festivity 209 

Fickleness 270 

Fighting 74 

Firmness 193 

Fishing 270 

Flag 71 

Flattery 274 

Flowers 277 

Folly 279 

Fools 279 

Forgetfulness 281 

Forget Me Not 282 

Forgiveness 283 

Fortitude , 97 

Fortune 110 

Ffankness 286 

Freedom _ 286 

Friendship 289 

Fruits 277 

Funeral 293 

Futurity 239 

G. 

Gambling 85 

Genius 29b 

Gentleman 296 

Ghost 297 

Gloom 104 

Glory 32 

Gluttony 209 

God 299 

Gold 301 

Gossip '. ... 305 

Grace. 306 

Gratitude 307 

Grave. 175 

Gieatness 308 

Grief 312 

Guilt 316 



H 

Habit , 168 

Hair 25U 

Happiness 231 

Hatred 228 

Health 193 

Heart 318 

Heaven 320 

Hell 320 

Hermit 321 

History 324 

Home 204 

Honesty 325 

Honor 325 

Hope 327 

Horse 33C 

Humility 331 

Hunger 49 

Hunting 270 

Hypocrisy 181 

I. 

Idleness 332 

Ignorance 335 

Imagination 262 

Immortality 336 

Impatience 338 

Imprisonment 339 

Impudence 341 

Incredulity 161 

Indian 342 

Indifference 343 

Indigence 344 

Industry . , 332 

Ingenuousness 286 

Ingratitude 30 7 

Injury 347. 

Injustice 348 

Innocence 34S 

Insect 350 

Instinct 353 

Intellect.. 2t>5 

Intention , 188 

J. 

Jail 339 

Jealousy — 354 



CONTENTS. 



Joy 231 

Justice 348 

K. 

Kindness 356 

Kings 358 

Kiss 224 

L. 

Laughter , 117 

Law , 361 

Lawyers . . 361 

Learning . . 215 

Letters 363 

Liberty 286 

Life 364 

Lips 250 

Loquacity 145 

Love 368 

Lust . # 381 

Luxury 383 

M. 

Madness 385 

Maledictions 168 

Malice 228 

Man 386 

Matrimony 39 1 

Mechanic 93 

Medicine 198 

Meekness 395 

Meeting 396 

Melancholy 104 

Memory 397 

Mercy 283 

Merit 242 

Mildness 395 

Mind 402 

Mirth 117 

Misanthropy 405 

Miser 65 

Misery 406 

Misfortune . , 23 

MoU 410 

Modesty 72 

Money 301 

Moon 412 

Morning 171 

Mother 265 



Mountain 413 

Mourning 293 

Murder 5*7 

Music 415 

N. 

Name 419 

Nature , 420 

Necessity „ 191 

Neglect t 422 

News .. , . 424 

Newspaper 94 

Night 171 

Nobility 35 

Notoriety 260 

Novels 425 

Novelty 426 

Nun 321 

O, 

Oaths 426 

Obituary 427 

Oblivion 281 

Obstinacy * 430 

Ocean 431 

Offence 433 

Office 434 

Old Age 30 

Opinion \ 435 

Opportunity 436 

Oppression 437 

Orator 221 

Order 439 

P. 

Pain 439 

Painting 440 

Parasite ' 153 

Parents 265 

Parting 19 

Passions 441 

Patience 338 

Patriotism 149 

Peace „ . . . 445 

Peasant „ 93 

Pedigree <..... 35 

Perfection , 446 

Peril 170 

Perseverance 332 



CONTENTS. 



Philanthropy 356 

Philosophy 447 

Phrenology 448 

Physician! 198 

Pity 283 

Pleasure 231 

Poetry 449 

Politeness 240 

Politics . . 454 

Popularity 51 

Portrait 440 

Poverty 344 

Power 308 

Praise 274 

Prayer 455 

Preferment 458 

Press 94 

Presumption 458 

Pride 459 

Prison , 339 

Prisoner.." 330 

Procrastination .... * 186 

Proposal 184 

Prosperity 231 

Providence . . «, 299 

Prudence . 107 

Punishment 461 

Purity 349 

Q. 

Quacks 198 

R. 

Rabble .. 410 

Rage 37 

Rainbow 461 

Reason 402 

Recall 482 

Reciprocity .• 463 

Reconciliation 463 

Refinement . . . „ 464 

Reflection 141 

Refusal 464 

Religion 455 

Remembrance 397 

Remorse 465 

Repentance 465 

Report . 466 



Reproof 465 

Reputation f . >. 114 

Resolution 193 

Retirement 321 

Reward 467 

Revenge 468 

Ridicule 469 

Right 348 

Rivers 470 

Rogue „ 201 

Romance 425 

Royalty B 358 

Rudeness 240 

Ruin 192 

Rumor 466 

Rural Scenes 471 

S. 

Sabbath 473. 

Sadness 104 

Safety 474 

Sailing 474 

Sailor 475 

Satiety 476 

Satire 477 

Savage 342 

Scandal 305 

Scenery 478 

Scepticism 478 

School 479 

Science 215 

Sea 431 

Season 61 

Secresy 128 

Self 219 

Senses 352 

Sensibility 268 

Sensitiveness 480 

Separation 13 

Servility 483 

Shame 469 

Ship 474 

Silence 482 

Simplicity 482 

Singing 415 

Slander 101 

Slavery 481 

Sleep ?0e 



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CON TENTS. 



Slight 422 

Smile 117 

Smoking 126 

Society 58 

Solitude 321 

Song 415 

Sophistry 53 

Sorrow 406 

Soul.. 336 

Splendor 484 

Spring , 61 

Sport 270 

Stars 412 

Statesman 485 

Station 35 

Storm 127 

Stubbornness 430 

Style 162 

Suicide 486 

Summer 61 

Sun 412 ^Virtue 455 

Superiority 236 



Town and Country 471 

Transport »_ 214 

Traveller , 493 

Treachery 494 

Treason 495 

Triumph < 495 

Truth 257 

Twilight _ .71 

Tyranny 437 

FT 

Unanimity. . . , ,. t 4S6 

Unbelief 478 



Superstition 297 

Surfeit 476 

Surprise 59 

Suspense * 247 

Suspicion 354 

Swearing 426 

Sycophant 274 

Sympathy 488 

T. 

Talent 295 

Taste 162 

Teacher 479 

Tears. 312 

Temper 37 

Temperance 209 

Temptation 489 

Theat.e 17 

Thief 201 

Thirst .• 490 

Thought 402 

Time 490 

Timidity 492 

Titles 35 

Token 492 

Torture 165 



Vanity , 459 

Variety 49? 

Vengeance 46S 

Vice 316 

Vicissitude 112 

Victory 495 



W. 

Want 344 

War 74 

Wealth 301 

Weather 127 

Wedlock 391 

Weeping , 312 

Widow 293 

Wife 498 

Wine 209 

Winter 61 

W r isdom 215 

Wit 215 

Witches 500 

Woman 501 

W 7 onder 504 

Words 504 

World 505 

Worth 242 

Writers 60 

Wrong 347 

Y. 

Youth 12 



Z. 



Zeal. 



235 



POETICAL QUOTATIONS. 



ABSENCE. 

/ Though absent, present in desires they be; 
Our souls much further than our eyes can see. 

Drayton, 
^Absence not long enough to root 'out quite 
All love, increases love at second sight. 

T.-Mav. 
Every foment 
I 'm from thy sight, the heart within my bosom . ^ 

Moans like a tender infant in its cradle, 
Whose nurse has left it. 

Otway's Venice Preserved, 

There's not an hour 
Of day or dreaming nights but I am with thee: 
There 's not a wind but whispers of thy name, 
And not a flower that sleeps beneath the moon 
But in its hues or fragrance tells a tale 
Of thee. • Proctor's Mirandokk 

What tender strains of passion can impart 
The pan^s of absence to an amorous heart ! 
Far, far too faint the powers of language prove, 
Language, that slow interpreter of love ! 
Souls paired like ours, like ours to union wrought, 
Converse by silent sympathy of thought. 

Pattisom. 
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14 ' ABSENCE. 

When T think of my own native land, 
In a moment I seem to be there; 

But alas ! recollection at hand 
Soon hurries me back to despair! 

Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold, 
Nor friends, nor sacred home. 



COW PER, 

Thomson, 



Thintf'st thou that I could bear to part 
From thee, and learn to hal/e my heart? 
Years have not seen, time shall not see 
The nour that tears my soul from thee. 

Byron's Bride of Abydos 
Far I go where fate may lead me, 

Far across the troubled deep ; 
Where no stranger's ear shall heed me, 

Where no eye for me shall weep. 



Tho' fate, my girl, may bid us part, 
The soul it cannot, cannot sever ; 

The heart will seek its kindred heart, 
And cling to it as close as ever. 

And canst thou think, because we part 
Till some brief months have flown, 

That absence e'er can change a heart 
Which years have made thine own? 



T. Moore 



'Tis hard to be parted from those 

With whom we for ever could dwell; 
But bitter indeed is the sorrow that flows, 

When perhaps we are saying farewell — forever ! 

Mrs. Opib 
When absent from her whom my soul holds most dear, 

What a medley of passions invade ! 
In this bosom what anguish, what hope, and what fear, 

T endure for my beautiful maid! 

Braham. 



ACTION I & 

When far frorr thee I bide, 

in dreams still at Jiy side 

I 've talk'd to thee ; 

And when I woke, I sigh'd 

Myself alone to see*. 

From the German — Taylo*. 

We must part awhile; 
A few short months — tho' short, they will be long 
Without thy dear society : but yet 
We must endure it, and our love will be 
The fonder after parting — it will grow 
Intenser in our absence, and again 
Burn with a tender glow when I return. 

James G. Percival. 
Oh Absence ! by thy stern decree, 
How many a heart, once light and free,- 

Is filPd with doubts and fears ! 
Thy days like tedious weeks do seem, 
Thy weeks slow-moving months we deem, 

Thv months, long-lingering years ! 

J. T. Watson, 



\ v ACTION. 

Whilst timorous knowledge stands considering, 

Audacious ignorance hath done the deed ; 

For who knows most, the most he knows to doubt ; 

The least discourse is commonly most stout 

Danish 
~ 3ood actions crown themselves with lasting bays ; 
Wko weL deserves needs not another's praise. 

Heath 
x If thou dost ill, the joy fades, not the pains ; 
If well, the pain doth fade,— the joy remains. 

3. Herbert 



I r, ACTIVITY - ENTERPRISE 

The body sins not; 'tis the will 
That makes the action good or ill. 

Our unsteady actions cannot be 
Manag'd by rules of strict philosophy. 



Herrhtr 

Sir R. Howard 



ACTIVITY— ENTERPRISE. 

If it were done, when 't is done, then, 't is well 

That it were done quickly. 

Shakspeare. 

Wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss, 

But cheerly seek how to redress their harm. 

Shakspeare. 

Let 's take the instant by the forward top ; 

For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees 

The inaudible and noiseless foot of time 

Steals, ere we can effect them. 



How slow the time 
To the warm soul, that, in the very instant 
[t forms, would execute a great design ! 



Shakspeare. 



Thomson, 



The keen spirit 
Seizes the prompt occasion, — makes the thoughts 
Start into instant action, and at once 
Plans and performs, *esolves ?.nd .executes ! 

Hannah Mors 
My days, though few, have pass'd below 
In much of joy, though much of woe; 
Yet still, in hours of love or strife, 
I 've 'scap'd the weariness of life. 

Byron's Giaoui. 



ACTORS - DRAMA - THEATRE. 17 

Act ! for in action are wisdom and glory ; / 

Fame, immortality — these are its crown ; 
Wouldn't thou illumine the tablets of story ? — 

Build on achievements thy doom of renown. 

From the German. 
Seize, mortals, seize the transient hour : 

Improve each moment as it flies : ^ 

Life's a short summer — man a flower; 

He dies — alas ! — how soon he dies ! 



Let us then be up and doing, 

With a heart for every fate; 
Still achieving, still pursuing, 

Learn to labour and to wait. 

Henry W. Longfellow. 



ACTORS — DRAMA — THEATRE. 

Look to the players ; see them well bestow'd : 

They are the abstract and brief chroniclers of the times. 

Shakspeare. 
They say we live by vice ; indeed 'tis true ; 
As the physicians by diseases do, 
Only tc cure them Randolph. 

Boldly I dare say 
There has been more by us in some one play 
Laugh d into wit and virtue, than hath been 
By twenty tedious lectures drawn from sin, 
And foppish humours ; hence the cause doth rise, 
Men are not won bv th' ears, so well as eyes. 

Randolph. 

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I S ACTORS - DRAMA - THEATRE. 

When, with mock majesty and fancied power, 
He struts in robes, the monarch of an hour; 
Oft wide of nature must he act a part, 
Make love in tropes, in bombast break his heart ; 
In turn and simile resign his breath, 
And rhyme and quibble in the pains of death. 

TlCKEli, 

Whose every look and gesture was a joke 

To clapping theatres, and shouting crowds, 

And made even thick-lipp'd, musing melancholy 

To gather up her face into a smile 

Before she was aware. Blair's Grave, 

What we hear 
With weaker passion will affect the heart, 
Than when the faithful .eye beholds the part. 

Francis' Horace* 

Lo, where the stage, the poor, degraded stage, 
Holds its warp'd mirror to a gaping age ; 
There, where to raise the Drama's moral tone, 
Fool Harlequin usurps Apollo's throne. 

Sprague's Curiosity. 

Where one base scene shall turn more souls to shame, 
Than ten of Channing's Lectures can reclaim. 

Sprague's Curiosity. 

Where, mincing dancers sport tight pantalets, 
And turn fops' heads while turning pirouettes. 

Sprague's Curiosity. 

And turn from gentle Juliet's woe, 
To count the twirls of Fanny Elssler's toe. 

Sprague's Curiosity 



ADIEU - FAREWELL - FARTING. 1$ 



ADIEU — FAREWELL — PARTING. 

tt'itii that, wringing my hand he turn'd away, 

And though his tears would h%rdly let him look, 
Yet such a look did through his tears make way, 
As show'd how sad a farewell there he took. 

Daniei* 
I part with thee 
As wretches, that are doubtful of hereafter, 
Part with their lives, unwilling, loath and fearfru 
And trembling at futurity. Rowe 

Then came the parting hour, and what arise 
When lovers part — expressive looks, and eyes 
Tender and tearful — many a fond adieu, 
And many a call the sorrow to renew. 

Crabbe's HcdL 

'Twere vain to speak, to weep, to sigh; 

Oh ! more than tears of blood can tell, 
When wrung from guilt's expiring eye, 

Are in that word, farewell — farewell! 

Byron. 

Farewell ! — a word that hath been and mast be, 
"" A sound that makes us linger — yet, farewell! 

Byron's Childe Harold 
l^et's not unman each other — part at once; 
A 11 farewelYs should be sudden, when for ever, 
Kise they make an eternity of moments, 
And clog the last sad sands of life with tears. 

Byron's Sardcmapalus. 
Une struggle more, and 1 am free 

From pangs that rend my heart in twain ; 
One last long sigh to love and thee, 
Then back to busy life again. 

Byron, 






W) ADIEU - FAREWELL - PARTING. 

Then fare thee well, deceitful maid, 

'Twere vain and foolish to regret thee; 

Nor hope nor memory yield their aid, 
But time may teach me to forget thee. 



Byiok 



But now the moments bring 
The -.me of parting, with redoubled wing ; 
The why — the where — what boots it now to tell ? 
Since all must end in that wild word, farewell ! 

Byron's Corsair 
Fare thee well ! yet think awhile 

On one w T hose bosom bleeds to doubt thee ; 
Who now would rather trust that smile, 
And die with thee, than live without thee ! 



Moore. 



With all my soul, then let us part, 
Since both are anxious to be free ; 

And I will send you home your heart, 
If you will send back mine to me ! 

Well — peace to thy heart, tho' another's it be ; 
And health to thy cheek, tho' it bloom not for me. 



Moore. 



Moore, 



Enough that we are parted—that there rolls 
A flood of headlong fate between our souls, 
Whose darkness severs me as wide from thee 
As hell from heaven, to all eternity ! 

Moore's r .<xlla RooJth. 
Go, thou vision wildly gleaming, 

Softly on my soul that fell ; 
Go, for me no longer beaming, 

Hope and beauty, fare thee well I 



Vanish'd, like dew-drops from the spray, 
Are moments which in beauty flew, 



ADIEU - FAREWELL - PARTING. 21 

I cast life's brightest pearl away, 

And, false one, breathe my last adieu ! 

W. G. Clark 

Farewell, oh, farewell ! thou hast broken the chain, 
And the links, that have bound us, are parted in twain 
But long shall my heart in its sad sorrow tell 
How I grieved o'er thee, dear one ! — farewell, oh, fare we ,j 

Mrs. C. H. W Esling. 

One hurried kiss — one last, one long embrace — 
One yearning look upon her tearful face— 
And he was gone, and, like a funeral knell, 
The winds still sigh'd — beloved, fare thee well ! 

Mrs. C. H. W. Esling. 

\We parted in sadness, but spoke not of parting ; 

We talk'd not of hopes that we both must resign; 
I saw not her eyes, and but one tear-drop starting 
Fell down on her hand as it trembled in mine. 
Each felt that the past we could never recover, 

Each felt that the future no hope could restore ; 
She shudder'd at wringing the heart of her lover, 
1 dared not to say I must meet her no more. 

Charles Fenno Hoffman 

Farewell, then, thou loved one — O, loved but too well, 
Too deeply, too blindly for language to tell ! 
Farewell — thou hast trampled love's faith in the dust, 
Thou hast torn from my bosom its hope and its truss, ; 
Yet, if thy life's current with bliss it would swell, 
[ would pour out my own in this last fond farewell ! 
\ Charles Fenno Hoffman 

We part — no matter how we part ; 

There are some thoughts we utter not ; 
F)eep treasured in our inmost heart, 

Never reveal'd, and ne'er forgot 

Richard Henr\ Wili>b. 



22 ADIEU- FAREWELL - PARTING. 

And now farewell ! farewell ! — I dare not lengthen 

These sweet, sad moments out ; to gaze on Jme 
Is bliss indeed, yet it but serves to strengthen 

The love that now amounts to agony : 
This is our last farewell — our last fond meeting; 

The world is wide, and we must dwell apart ; 
My spirit gives thee now its last fond greeting, 
With lip to lip, while pulse to pulse is beating, 

And heart to heart. Mrs. A. B. Welb* 

I heard thy low whisper'd farewell, love, 

And silently saw thee depart — 
Ay, silent-— for how could- words tell, love, 

The sorrow that swelPd in my heart ? • 
jTet, tearless and mute though I stood, love, 

Thy last words are thrilling me yet, 
And my heart would have breathed, if it could, love, 

And murmur' d — " O ! do not forget !" 

Mrs. Frances Osgood 
Where'er I go, whate'er my lonely state, 

Yet grateful memory shall linger here, 
And when, perhaps, you're musing o'er my fate, 

You still may greet me with a tender tear ; 
Ah ! then, forgive me-— pitied let me part, 
Your frowns, too sure, would break my sinking heart. 

Wc met ere yet the world had come 

To wither up the. springs of youth ; 
Amid the holy joys of home, 

And in the first warm blush of youth: 
We parted, as they never part 

Whose tears are doom'd to be forgot ; 
Oh by that agony of heart, 

Forget me not — forget me not ! 

'T was bitter then to rend the heart 
With the sad word that we must part 



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23 



And, like some low and mournful spell, 
To whisper but one word — farewell ! 

Life hath as many farewells 

As it hath sunny hours, 
And over some are scatter' d thorns, 

And over others, flowers. 



Park Benjamin 



Mrs. L. P. Smith. 



And now, fair ladies, one and all, adieu, 
' Good luck, good husbands, and good bye to you ! 

J. T. Watson 
But O ! whate'er my fate may be, 
And time alone that tale can tell, 
May you be happy, blest, and free 
From every ill ! Lady, farewell ! 

J. T. Watson. 



ADVERSITY — MISFORTUNE. 

So do the winds and thunder cleanse the air, 
So working bees settle and purge the wine : 

So lopp'd and pruned trees do flourish fair ; 
So doth the fire the drossy gold refine. 

Spenser's Fairy Queen. 

'Tis oarbarous to insult a fallen foe. 



Adversity, sage useful guest, 
Severe instructor, but the best, 
It is from thee alone we know 
Justly to value things below. 



SoMERVILB 



SOMERVIUB 



A wretched soul, bruis'd with adversity, 

We bid be quiet when we hear it cry ; 

But were we burthen' d with like weight of pain, 

As much or more we should ourselves complain. 

Shakspeaml 



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ADVERSITY - MISFORTUNE 



"Fis strange how man) unimagin'd charges 
Can swarm upon a man, when once the lid 
Of the Pandora box of contumely 
Is open'd o'er his head. 

Sweet are the uses of adversity, 
Which, like a toad, ugly and venomous, 
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head. 



Shakspears 



Shakspeare 



I am not now in fortune's power ; 
He that is down can sink no lower. 

Butler's Hudibras 

Heaven but tries our virtue by affliction ; 
As oft the cloud that wraps the present houi 
Serves but to lighten all our future days. 

Brown 
I will bear it 

With all the tender sufferance of a friend, 
As calmly as the wounded patient bears 
The artist's hand that ministers his cure. 

Ot way's Orphan. 

Deserted in his utmost need 

By those his former bounty fed. 

Affliction is the wholesome soil of virtue ; 
Where patience, honour, sweet humanity, 
Cairn fortitude, take root and strongly flourish. 

Mallet. 
Affliction is the good man's shining scene ; 
Prosperity conceals his brightest ray ; 
As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man. 

Young's Night Thoughts. 
Misfortune does not always wait on vice ; 
Nor is success the constant guest of virtue. 



Dryden. 



I pray thee, deal with men in misery, 
Like one who may himself be miserable. 



Havarb, 



Heywooh. 



ADVERSITY - MISFORTUNE. 

In tliis wild world the fondest and the best 

Are the most tried, most troubled and distress'd. 

Orabbk 
Aromatic plants bestow 
No spicy fragrance while they grow; 
But, crush'd or trodden to the ground, 
Diffuse their balmy sweets around. 



For every want, that stimulates the breast, 
Becomes a source of pleasure when redrest. 



Goldsmith. 



Goldsmith. 



Each breast, however fortified, 
By courage, apathy, or pride, . 
Has still one secret path for thee, 
Man's subtle foe — Adversity. 

Mrs. Hojlford's Margaret of Jlnjou. 
The good are better made by ill, 

As odours crush'd are better still. 

Rogers, 

The brave unfortunates are our best acquaintance ; 
They show us virtue may be much distress'd, 
And give us their example how to suffer. 



Francis 



Though losses and crosses 

Be lessons right severe, 
There 's wit there, ye '11 get there, 

Ye '11 find nae other, where. 

'T was thine own genius gave the final blow, 
And help'd to plant the wound that laid thee low. 
So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, 
No more through rolling clouds to soar again, 
View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, 
And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart, 
Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feei 
He nurs'd the pinion that impell'd the steel ; 



Burns 



36 ADVERSITY - MISFORTUNE. 

While the same plumage that had warmed his nest, 
Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast. 

Byron's English Bards s ift 
1 have not quail' d to danger's brow 
When high and happy — need I now ? 

Byron's 'Jiaour 
Of (ill the horrid, hideous notes of woe, 

Sadder than owl-songs on the midnight blast, 
Is that portentous phrase, "/ told you so," 

Utter'd by friends, those prophets of the past, 
Who 'stead of saying what you now should do, 

Own they foresaw that you would fall at last ; 
And solace your slight lapse 'gainst " bonos mores" 
With a long memorandum of old stories. 

Byron's Bon Juan. 
The rugged metal of the mine 
Must burn before its surface shine ; 
But, plung'd within the furnace flame, 
It bends and melts — tho' stiil the same. 

Byron's Giaour. 
What is the worst of woes that wait on age ? 

What stamps the wrinkle deepest on the brow? 
To view each loved one blighted from life's page, 

And be alone on earth — as I am now. 

Byron's Childe Harold. 
From mighty wrongs to petty perfidy, 

Have I not seen what human things could do ? 
From the loud roar of foaming calumny, 

To the small whisper of the as paltry few 

And subtle venom of the reptile crew ? 

Byron's Childe Harold, 
A hermit, 'midst of crowds, I fain must'stray 
Alone, tho' thousand pilgrims fill the way : 
While these a thousand kindred wreaths entwine, 
I cannot call one single blossom mine. 

By row 



ADVICE. 27 

The blackest ink of fate was sure my lot, 
And when fate writ my name, it made a blot. 

Alone she sate — alone ! — that worn-out word, 
So idly spoken and so coldly heard ; 
Yet all that poets sing, and grief hath known, 
Of hope laid w**3te, knells in that word — alone ! 

The New Timoru 
\ may not weep — I cannot sigh, 

A weight is pressing on my breast ; 
A breath breathes on me witheringly, 

My tears are dry, my sighs supprest ! 

N. P. Willis 



ADVICE. 

Let me entreat 
Fou to unfold the anguish of your heart ; 

Mishaps are master'd by advice discreet, 
And counsel mitigates the greatest smart. 

Spenser's Fairy Queen. 
Direct not him whose way himself will choose ; 
'Tis breath thou lack'st, and that breath wilt thou lose. 

Shakspeare 
I pray thee, cease thy counsel, 
Which falls into mine ear as profitless 
As water in a sieve. Shakspeare. 

I shall the effect of this good lesson keep, 
As watchman to my heart. 

Shakspeare. 
Men counsel and speak comfort to that grief 
Which they themselves not (eel ; but, tasting it, 
Their counsel turns to passion, which before 
#ould give preceptial medicine to rage, 



28 AFFECTION. 

Fetter strong madness in a silken thread, 
Charm ache with air, and agony with words 

SlIAKSPEARE 

Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice ; 
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. 

Shakspeare. 



AFFECTION. 

There is in life no blessing like affection ; 

It soothes, it hallows, elevates, subdues, 

And bringeth down to earth its native heaven : — 

Life has naught else that may supply its place. 

Miss L. E. Landon. 
Oh ! there are looks and tones that dart 
An instant sunshine through the heart; 
As if the soul that minute caught 
Some treasure it through life had sought. 

T, Moo**. 
Alas f our young affections run to waste, 
Or water but the desert. 

Byron's Childe Harold. 

Oh, sweet are the tones of affection sincere, 
When they come from the depth of the heart ; 

And sweet are the words that banish each care, 
And bid sorrow for ever depart ! 

'T were sweet to kiss thy tears away, 

If tears those eyes must know ; 
But sweeter still to hear thee say, 

T.hou never hadst them Mow. 

BuLTTER. 

How cling we to a thing our hearts have nursed ! 

Mrs. C. H. W. Eslino. 



AFFECTION. 20 

Oh, if there were one gentle eye 

To weep when I might grieve, 
One bosom to receive the sigh 

Which sorrow oft will heave — 
One heart, the ways of life to cheer, 

Though rugged they might be- 
No language can express how dear 

That heart would be to me ! 

Balfe's Bohemian Girl. 

— Those tones of dear delight, 
The morning welcome, and the sweet good night 1 

Charles Sfragub. 

JN'o love is like a sister's love, 

Unselfish, free, and pure — 
A flame that, lighted from above, 

Will guide but ne'er alJure. 
It knows no frown of jealous fear, 

Nc blush of conscious guile ; 
Its wrongs are pardon'd through a tear, 

Its hopes crown'd by a smile. 

Fry's Leonora, 

^ The sorrows of thy wounded heart 

I '11 teach thee to forget, 
And win thee back by gentle art 

From passion's vain regret. 
And Time shall bring on faithful wing, 

From o'er the flood of tears, 

The pledge of peace, when grief may cease, 

And joy Tight after years 

Fry's Leonora. 



30 AGE. 



AGE, 



— And his big manly voice, 
Turning again towards childish treble, pipes 
And whistles in his sound. 

Shakspears 

When forty winters shall besiege your brow, 

And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, 
Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, 
Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held 

Shakspeare. 
In me thou seest the twilight of such day, 

As after sunset fadeth in the west, 
Which by and by black night doth take away, 
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. 

Shakspeare. 
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale 
Her infinite variety. 

Shakspeare. 

Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit, 
The power of beauty I remember yet. 

Dryden. 

Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won. 

Goldsmith's Deserted Village. 

But grant to life some perquisites of joy ; 
A time there is, when, like a thrice-told tale, 
Long rifled life of sweets can yield no more. 

Young's Night Thoughts* 

Age sits with decent grace upon his visage, 

And worthily becomes his silver locks ; 

He wears the marks of many years well spent, 

Of virtue truth well tried, and wise experience. 

Rows 



AGE. 31 



The hand of time alone disarms ' 
Her face of its superfluous charms; 
But adds, for every grace resign'd, 
A. thousand to adorn her mind. 



Broome* 



Thus aged men, full loth and slow 
The vanities of life forego, 
And count their youthful follies o'er, 
Till memory lends her light no more. 

Scott's Rokeby. 

'T is the sunset of life gives us mystical lore, 
And coming events cast their shadows before. 

Campbell's Pleasures of Hope 

Although my heart in earlier youth 

Might kindle with more warm desire, 
Believe me, I have gain'd in truth 

Much more than I have lost in fire. 
What was but passion's sigh before, 

Has since been turn'd to reason's vow, 
And tho' I then might love thee more. 

Yet oh ! I love thee better now ! 

Moore 

— I left him in a green old age, 
And looking like the oak, worn, but still steady 
Amidst the elements, whilst younger trees 
Fell fast around him. 

Byron s Werner, 

Tho' time has touch 'd her too, she still retains 
Much beauty and more majesty. 

Byron. 

A blighted trunk upon a cursed root, 
Which but supplies a feeling to decay. 

Byron's Manfred. 
Now then the ills of age, its pains, its care, 
The drooping spirit for its fate prepare ; 



62 AMBITION -EMULATION - GLORY. 

And each affection failing, leaves the heart 
Loosed from life's charm, and willing to depart, 

An old, old man with beard as white as snow. 



Crabbe. 
Spenser. 



The eye dims, and the heart gets old and slow ; 
The lithe limb stiffens, and the sun-hued locks 
Thin themselves off, or whitely wither. 

Bailey's Festus 

Why grieve that Time has brought so soon 

The sober age of manhood on ? 
As idly should I weep at noon 

To see the blush of morning gone. 

W. C Bryant. 

The visions of my youth are past, 
Too bright, too beautiful to last. 

W. C. Bryant. 

Fled are the charms that graced that ivory brow ; 
Where smiled a dimple, gapes a wrinkle now. 

Robert Treat Paine. 



AMBITION — EMULATION — GLORY. 

Why then doth flesh, a bubble-glass of breath, 

Hunt after honour and advancement vain, 
And rear a trophy for devouring death, 

With so great labour and long-lasting pain — 
As if life's days for ever should remain ? 

Spenser's Ruins of Time. 
Vaulting ambition overleaps itself. 

Siiakspeare. 
Seeking the bubble Reputation 

Even in the cannon's mouth. 

Shakspeare 



AMBITIOJS - EMULATION - GLOR Y, 3H 

'Tis lilvf? a circle in the water, 

Which nevei ceaseth to enlarge itself, 

Till, by wide spreading, it disperse to nought. . 

Shakspeark 
Who trod the ways of glory, 
And sounded all the depths and shoals of fame. 

Shakspeark 
The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, 

And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, 
Await alike th' inevitable hour, 
The path of glory leads but to the grave ! 

Gray's Elegy, 
What various wants on power attend ! 
Ambition never gains its end. 
Who hath not heard the rich complain 
Of surfeit and corporeal pain? 
And, barr'd from every use of wealth, 
Envy the ploughman's strength and health? 

Gay's Fabfes, 
Who never felt the impatient throb, 
The longing of a heart that pants 
And reaches after distant good ? 

COWFER. 

The fiery soul abhorr'd in Catiline, 
In Decius charms, in Curtius is divine : 
The same ambition can destroy or save, 
And make a patriot, as it makes a knave. 

Pope's Essay on Man 
Or. sons of earth ! attempt ye still to rise 
By mountains piled on mountains to the skies ? 
Heaven still with laughter the vain toil surveys, 
And buries madmen in the heaps they raise. 

Pope's Essay on Man. 
Thus the fond moth around the taper plays, 
And sports and flutters near the treacherous blaze ; 



S4 AMBITION - EMULATION - GLORY. 

Ravish' d with joy, he wings his eager flight, 
Nor dreams of ruin in so clear a light : 
He tempts his fate, and courts a glorious doom, 
A bi-ght destruction and a shining tomb. 

TlCKElA. 

So much the ravins: thirst for fame exceeds 

The generous warmth which prompts to worthy deeds, 

That none confess fair Virtue's genuine power, 

Or woo her to their breasts without a dower. 

Gifford's Juvenal 
But glory's glory ; and if you would find 
What that is — ask the pig who sees the wind. 
v Byron's Don Juan. 

Longings sublime and aspirations high. 

Byron's Don Juan. 
What millions died, that Csesar might be great ! 

Campbell. 
Press on ! for it is godlike to unloose 

The spirit, and forget yourself in thought ; 
Bending a pinion for the deeper sky, 
And, in the very fetters of your flesh, 
Mating with the pure essences of heaven. 

N. P. Willis. 
Ambition is the germ, 

From which all growth of nobleness proceeds. 

Thomas Dunn English. 
In some, ambition is the chief concern ; 
For this they languish and for this they burn ; 
For this they smile, for this alone they sigh ; 
For this they live, for this would freely die. 

J. T . Watson 
And man, the image of his God, is found, 
Just for an empty name, an airy sound, 
Spending the short remainder of his life 
In brutal conflict, and in deadly strife : — 
For 't is a strife, disguise it as you may, 
Keen as the warrior's in the battle dav. 

J. T. Watson 



ANCESTRY - NOBILITY - TITLES, &c. 



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ANCESTRY — NOBILITY — TITLES, &c. 

True is that whilome that good poet said, 
That gentle mind by gentle deed is known, 

For man by nothing is so well bewray'd 
As by his manners, in which plain is shown 
Of what degree and what race he is grown 

Spenser's Fairy Queen, 

Titles of honour add not to his worth, 

Who is an honour to his title. 



Man is a^name of honour for a king ; 
Additions take away from each chief thing. 

A fool indeed has great need of a title ; 

It teaches men to call him Count and Duke, 

And to forget his proper name of fool. 



Ford, 



Chapman. 



Crown 



Titles, the servile courtier's lean reward, 
Sometimes the pay of virtue, but more oft 
The hire which greatness gives to slaves and sycophants. 

Rowe, 
With their authors in oblivion sunk 
Vain titles lie ; the servile badges oft 
Of mean submission, not the meed of worth. 



Thomson. 



Whoe'er amidst the sons 
Of reason, valour, liberty, and virtue, 
Displays distinguish'd merit, is a noble 
Of nature's own creating. 

Should vice expect to 'scape rebuke, 
Because its owner is a duke ? 



Thomson 



Swift 



3f> ANCESTRY - NOBILITY - TITLES, &,c 

*T is from high life high charact^s are drawn ; 

A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn ; 

A judge is just, a chancellor juster still ; 

A gown-man, learn'd ; a bishop what you will ; 

Wise, if a minister ; but if a king, 

More wise, more learn'd, more just, more everything. 

Pop* 
Many a Prince is worse, 
Who, proud of pedigree, is poor of purse. 

Pope's Moral Essays, 
How 7 poor are all hereditary honours. 
Those poor possessions from another's deeds, 
Unless our own just virtues form our title, 
And give a sanction to our fond assumptions ! 

Shirley. 
Boast not these titles of your ancestors . 
Brave } r ouths ; they 're their possessions, not your own : 
When your own virtues equalPd have their names, 
'T will be but fair to lean upon their fames, 
For they are strong supporters ; but, till then 
The greatest are but growing gentlemen. 



Superior w T orth your rank requires ; 
For that, mankind reveres your sires ; 
If you degenerate from your race, 
Their merit heightens your disgrace. 

He stands for fame on his forefathers' feet, 
By heraldry proved valiant or discreet ! 



Ben JoNsotf 

Gay's Fables 
Youno* 



E'en to the dullest peasant standing by, 
Who fasten'd still on him a wandering eye, 
He seem'd the master spirit oi the xanu. 

Joanna Baillie. 
Even to the delicacy of their hands 
There was resemblance, such as true blood wears. 

Byron's Don Juan* 



ANGER- TEMPER ~ RAGE. 3? 

" Your ancient her je ?" No more : I cannot see 
The wondrous merits of a pedigree : 

Nor of a proud display 

Of smoky ancestors in wax and clay. 

Gifford's Juvenal 
What boots it on the lineal tree to trace, 
Th rough many a branch, the founders of our race — 
Time-honoured chiefs — if, in their right, we give 
A loose to vice, and like low villains Jive ? 

Gifford's Juvenal 

Fona man ! though all the honours of your line 
Bedeck your hails, and round your galleries shine 
I*i proud display, yet take this truth from me — 
Virtue alone is true nobility I 

Gifford's Juvenal, 
How shall we call those noble, w r ho disgrace 
Their lineage, proud of an illustrious race ? 
Who seek to shine by borrow'd lights alone, 
Nor with their fathers' glories blend their own ? 

Gifford's JuvenaL 
Whence his name 
And lineage long, it suits me not to say ; 
Suffice it that, perchance, they were of fame, 
And had been glorious in another day, 

Byron's Childe Harold 



ANGER — TEMPER — RAGE. 

Full many mischiefs follow cruel wrath, 
Abhorred bloodshed, and tumultuous strife, 

i? 7 manly murder, and unthrifty scathe, 
Bitter despite, with rancour's rusty knife, 
And fretting grief — the enemy of life. 

Spenser's Fairy tyueeru 



88 ANGER - TEMPER - RAGE. 

Madness and anger differ but in this : 
This is short madness, that long anger is 

My rag* 3 is not malicious ; like a spark 
Of fire by steel enforc'd out of a flint 
It is no sooner kindled, but extinct. 



Aleyn, 



UoFnt. 



O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth ! 
Then with a passion would I shake the world. 

Shakspeahb. 
Anger is like 
A full hot horse, who being allow'd his way. 
Self-mettle tires him. 

Shakspeare. 
Come not Detween the dragon and his wrath 

Shakspeare, 
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turn'd. 

CONGREVE 

Those hearts that start at once into a blaze, 
And open ail tneir rage, like summer storms 
At once discharg'd, grow cool again and calm. 

C. Johnson. 
When anger rushes unrestrain'd to action, 
Like a hot ste^d V stumbles in its way : 
The man ot tnougnt strikes deepest, and strikes safest. 

Savage, 
Then flash'd the living lightning from her eyes, 
And screams of horror rend the vaulted skies; 
Not louder shrieks to pitying heaven are cast, 
When husbands, or when lap-dogs, breathe their last; 
Or when rich china vessels, fallen from high, 
In glittering dust and painted fragments lie. 



From loveless youth to un respected age, 
No passion gratified, except her rage. 



POFE, 

Pope. 



ANGER - TEMPER - RAGE. 2 

And to be wroth with one we love, 
Doth work like madness in the brain. 

COLERII/GB, 

Of all bad things by which mankind are curs'd, 
Their own bad tempers surely are the worst. 

Cumberland's Menandtf 
And her brow clear'd, but not her troubled eye ; 
The wind was down, but still the sea ran high. 

Byron's Don Juan 
Patience ! — Hence — that word was made 
For brutes of burden, not for birds of prey ; 
Preach it to mortals of a dust like thine, — 
I am not of thine order. 

Byron's Manfred. 
All furious as a favour'd child 
Balk'd of its wish ; or, fiercer still, 
A woman piqued, who has her will. 

Byron's Mazeppa, 
For his was not that blind, capricious rage, 
A word can kindle and a word assuage ; 
But the deep working of a soul unmix'd 
With aught of pity, where its wrath had fix'd. 

Byron's Lara. 
His brow was like the deep when tempest-tost. 

Byron's Vision of Judgment 
Foil'd, bleeding, breathless, furious to the last. 

Byron's Childe Harold. 
The ocean lash'd to fury loud, 
Its high waves mingling with the cloud, 
Is peaceful, sweet serenity 
To anger's dark and troubled sea. 

J. W. Eastburnb 
At this she bristled up with ire — 
Her bosom heav'd — her eye glanc'd fire ; 
The blush that late surTus'd her face, 
To deeper crimson now gave place ; 



40 ANIMAL - BEAST - BRUTE. 

Those eyes, that late were bright with joy, 
Glared now like lightning to destroy ; 
And she with such resentment burn'd 
As only icoman feels when scorn' d. 



J. T. Watsoh 
\ 



ANIMAL — BEaST — BRUTE. 

But they do want the quick discerning power, 
Which doth in man the erring sense correct ; 

Therefore the' bee did suck the painted flower, 
And birds, of grapes the cunning shadow peck'd. 

Davies' Immortality of- tht Soul 

The subtle dog scours, with sagacious nose, 

Along the field, and snuffs each breeze that blows, 

Against the wind he takes his prudent way, 

While the strong gale directs him to the prey. 

Now the warm scent assures the covey near ; 

He treads with caution, and he pants with fear : 

Then close to ground in expectation lies, 

Till in the snare the fluttering covey rise. 

Gay's Rural Sports, 

A colt, whose eyeballs flamed with ire, 

Elate with strength and youthful fire. 



Gay's Fables. 



The lion is, beyond dispute, 
Allovv'd the most majestic brute ; 
His vaiour and his generous mind 
Prove him superior of his kind. 

Had fate a kinder lot assign'd, 
And form'd me of the lap-dog kind, 
I then, in higher life employ'd. 
Had indolence and ease enjoy'd; 



Gay's Fablt$ t 



ANIMAL - BEAST - BRUTE. 4 1 



And, like a gentleman caress'd, 
[lad been the lady's favourite guest. 



Gay's Fables 



The wily fox remain'd, 
A subtle, pilfering foe, prowling around 
In midnight shades, and wakeful to destroy. 

Somervile's Chase 
Of all the brutes by nature form'd, 
The artful beaver best can bear the want 
Of vital air; yet, 'neath the wmelming tide, 
He lives not long ; but respiration needs 

At proper intervals. 

Somervile's Chase 

Let cavillers deny 
That brutes have reason ; sure 't is something more, 
'T is heaven directs, and stratagems inspire 
Beyond the short extent of human thought. 

Somervile's Chase. 

The snappish cur 
Olose at my heel with yelping treble flies. 

Pope. 
The hare, timorous of heart, and ha^d beset 
By death in various forms, dark snares, and dogs, 
And more unpitying man. 

Thomson'* Seasons, 

And, scon.ing all the taming arts of man, 
The keen hyena, fellest of the fell. 

Thomson's Seasons 

The lively, shining leopard, speckled o'er 
With many a spot, •ho beauty of the waste. 

Thomson's Seasons 
He stands at bay 
And puts his last faint refuge in despair; 
The big round tears run down his dappled face ; 
tie groans in anguish. 

Thomson's Seasons. 
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42 ANTIQUARY, 

The tiger darting fierce, 
Impetuous or. 'the prey his eye hath doom'd 

Thomson's Seasons 

The watch-dog's voice, thaw bay'd the whispering wind. 

Goldsmith, 



Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound 
And curs of low degree 



'Goldsmith 



'TL sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark 
Bay deep-mouth'd welcome, as we draw near home 

Byron's Don Juan 



They revel, rest, then fearless, hopeless, die 



C. Sprague 



The brindled cutamount, that lies 
High in the boughs to catch his prey 



W. C. Bryant 



ANTIQUARY. 

They say he sits 
Ail day in contemplation of a statue 
With ne'er a nose ; and dotes on the decays, 
With greater love than the self-loved Narcissus 
Did on his beauty. 

What toil did honest Curio take, 

What strict inquiries did he make, 

To get one medal wanting yet, 

And perfect all his Roman set ! 

'T is found ! and oh ! his happy lot ! 

'T is bought, lock'd up, and lies forgot ! 



SllAKERL* 



Prior 



APPAREL - DRESS - FASHION. 43 

He shows, on holidays, a sacred pin, 

That touch'd the ruff that touch'd Q,ueen Bess's chin. 

Young's Love of Faint 

Rare are the buttons of a Roman's breeches, 
In antiquarian e} T es surpassing riches : 
Rare is each crack'd, black, rotten, earthen dish, 
That held of ancient Rome the flesh and fish. 

Dr. Wolcot's Peter Pir.da> 



APPAREL — DRESS — FASHION. 

Her snowy breast was bare to ready spoil 
Of hungry eyes. 

Spenser's Fairy Queen. 
Neat, trimly dreat, 
Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin new-reaped, 
Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest home. 

Shakspearb. 
Drew from the deep Charybdis of his coat 
What seern'd a handkerchief, and forthwith blew 
His vocal nose. 

Shakspearb. 
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, 
But not express'd in fancy ; rich, not gaudy ; 
For the apparel oft proclaims the man. 

Shakspearis 
The fashion 
Doth wear out more apparel than the man. 

Shakspeare, 
It is the mind that makes the body rich ; 
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds. 
So honour peereth in the meanest habit. 
What ! is the jay more precious than the lark, 



44 APPAREL - DRESS - FASHION. 

Because his feathers are more beautiful? 
Or is the adder better than the eel, 
Because his painted skin contents the eye ? 

Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear. 



SliAKSrEAES 
SliAKSFEARE 



Her polish'd limbs 
Veil'd m a simple robe, their best attire, 
Beyond the pomp of dress ; for loveliness 
Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, 
But is, when unadorn'd, adorn'd the most. 

Thomson s Seasons 

Let firm, well-hammer' d soles protect thy fe^t, 
Through freezing snows, and rain, and soaking sleet;— 
Should the big last extend the sole toe wide, 
Each stone will wrench th' unwary step aside; 
The sudden turn may stretch the swelling vein, 
Thy cracking joints unhinge, or ankle sprain ; 
And when too small the modest shoes are worn, 
You '11 judge the seasons by your shooting corn. 

Gay's Trivia. 
Nor should it prove thy less important care, 
To choose a proper coat for winter wear; 
Be thine of kersey firm, tho' small the cost ; 
Then brave, unwet, the rain — unchuTd, the frost. 

Gay's Trivia. 
Let beaux their canes with amber tipt produce ; 
Be theirs for empty show, but thine for use. 
Imprudent men Heaven's choicest gifts profane, 
Thus some beneath their arm support the cane, 
The dirty point oft checks the careless pace, 
And muddy spots the clean cravat disgrace. 
Oh ' may I never such misfortune meet ! 
May no such vicious persons walk the street ! 

Gay's Trivia. 



PcFS. 



APPEARANCE. 4ft 



In diamonds, curls, and rich brocades 
She shines the first of batter' d jades, 
AnJ flu ters in her pride. 

Say wil. the falcon stooping from above, 
Smit with her varying plumage, spare the dove ? 
Admire^ the jay the insect's varying wings? 
Or hears the hawk when Philomela sin<rs ? 

Be not the first by whom the new is tried, 
Nor yet the last to lay the old aside. 



P0FB> 



Pope. 



And even while Fashion's brightest arts decoy, 
The heart, distrusting, asks if this be joy ? 

Goldsmith's Deserted Ullage. 
Beppo ! that beard of thine becomes thee not ; 
It should be shaved before you 're a day older ! 

Byron's Beppo. 
He had that grace, so rare in every clime, 
Of being, without alloy of fop or beau, 
A finish'd gentleman, from top to toe. 

Byron's Bon Juan. 
But, next to dressing for a rout or ball, 
Undressing is a woe. 

Byron's Bon Juan 



APPEARANCE. 

Trust not the treason of those smiling looks, 
Until you have their guileful trains well tried, 

For they are like but into golden hooks, 

1 Hat from the foolish fish their baits do hide. 

Spenser's Sowieis 



46 APPEARANCE. 

Wny should the sacred character of virtue 
Shine on a villain's countenance ? Ye powers ! 
Why flx'd you not a brand on treason's front, 
That we might know t' avoid perfidious mortals? 



DtNKia 



Mislike me not for my complexion 

The shadow'd liv'ry of the burnish'd sun, 

To whom I am a neighbour, and near brecl. 

Shakspearjr. 
A man may smile and smile, and be a villain. 

Shakspearjb, 
All ,that glitters is not gold, 
Gilded tombs do worms enfold. 

Shakspeare, 
What ! is the jay more precious than the lark, 
Because his feathers are more beautiful ! 
Or is the adder better than the eel, 
Because his painted skin contents the eye ? 

Shakspeare. 
So the blue summit of some mountain height, 
Wrapt in gay clouds, deludes the distant sight ; 
But as with gazing eyes we draw more near, 
Fades the false scene, and the rough rocks appear. 

Pattison. 

He has, I know not what, 

Of greatness in his looks, and of high fate, 
That almost awes me. 

Drydew. 
The gloomy outside, like a rusty chest, 
Contains the shining treasure of a soul, 
Resolv'd and brave. 

Dryden, 
Tho' the fair rose with "beauteous blush is crown'd, 
Beneath her fragrant leaves the thorn is found ; 
The peach, that with inviting crimson blooms, 
Deep at the heart the cank'ring worm consumes. 

Gay's Dioru. 



APPEARANCE. 47 

Not always actiors show the man : we find 
Who does a kindness is not therefore kind ; 
Who combats bravely is not therefore brave ;— 
He dreads a death-bed, like the meanest slave ; 
Who reasons wisely is not therefore wise — 
His pride in reasoning, not in acting, lies. 

Pope's Moral Essay* 
She speaks, behaves, and acts just as she ought, 
But never, never reach'd one generous thought ; 
Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour, 
Content to dwell in decencies for ever. 

Pope's Moral Esezys. 
Your thief looks, in the crowd, 
Exactly like the rest, or rather better ; 
T is only at the bar, or in the dungeon, 
That wise men know your felon by his features. 

Byron's Werner. 
That this is but the surface of his soul, 
And that the depth is rich in better things. 

Byron's Werner. 
Full many a stoic eye and aspect stern 
Masks hearts where grief has little left to learn ; 
And many a withering thought lies hid, not lost, 
In smiles that least befit, who wears them most. 

Byron's Corsair 
How little do they see what is, who frame 
Their hasty judgments upon that which seems. 

SOUTHBT 

The deepest ice that ever froze 
Can only o er the surface close ; 
The living stream lies quick below, 
And flows, and cannot cease to flow. 

Byron's Parisina* 
As a beam o'er the face of the vater may glow, 
While the tide runs in darkness and coldness below. 



48 APPEARANCE. 

So the cheek may he ting'd with a warm sunny smile, 
Tho' the cold heart to ruin runs darkly the while, 

T. Moore. 

Appearance may deceive thee — understand, 
A pure white glove may hide a filthy hand. 



With'.n the oyster's shell uncouth 

The purest pearl ma}' bide: — 
Trust me, you '11 find a heart of truth 

Within that rough outside. 

Mrs. Oseom 

Who will believe? not I, for in deceiving 

Lies the dear charm of life's delightful dream ; 

I cannot spare the luxury of believing 

That all things beautiful are what they seem. 

FiTZ-GREEN IlALLECK 

T is not the fairest form that holds 

The mildest, purest soul w T ithin ; 
Tis not the richest plant that folds 
The sweetest breath of fragrance in. 

It. Dawes 
Angel forms may often hide 
Spirits to the fiends allied. 

Mrs. M. St. Leon Lour 

Think not, because the eye is bright, 

And smiles are laughing there, 
The heart that beats within is light, 

And free from pain and care. 
A blush may tinge the darkest cloud 

Ere Sol's last ray depart, 
And underneath the sunniest smile 

May lurk the saddest heart. 



Al'FETITE- DINNER -HUNGER, &c. 



APPETITE — DINNER — HUNGER, &c. 



Our stomachs 
Will make what's homely, savoury. 

lie was a man of an unbounded stomach. 



Shakspears* 

ShAKSPEAJ%E. 



Famine is in thy cheeks, 
Need and oppression stareth in thine eyes, 
Upon thy back hangs ragged misery ; /• 

The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law. 

Shakspearb. 
Read over this, and after this, — and then 
To breakfast with what appetite you have. 

Shakspearb, 
They would defy 
That which they love most tenderly ; 
Quarrel with minced pies, and disparage 
Their best and dearest friend, plum-porridge ; 
Fat pig and goose itself oppose, 
And blaspheme custard thro' their nose. 

Butler's Hudibras. 
He bore 

A paunch of mighty bulk before, 

Which still he had a special care 

To keep wel' cramm'd with thrifty fare. 

Butler's Hudibra*. 
For finer or fatter 
Ne'er ranged in a forest, or smoked in a platter. 

GoLDSMTTH. 

Critiqu'd your w T ine, and analyz'd your meat, 

Y^t on plain pudding deign' d at home to eat. 

Pope's Moral Essay 'f. 

The tankards foam ; and the strong table groans 

Beneath the smoking sirloin, stretch'd immense 

From side to side, in which, with desperate knife, 

They deep incisions make. Thomson. 

5 



50 APPETITE - DINNER - HUNGER, <&c. 

Their various cares in one great point combine, 
The business of their lives — that is, to dine. 

Young's Love of'Famt* 
The turnpike road to people's hearts, I find, 
Lies thro' their mouths, or I mistake mankind. 

Dr. Wolcot's Peter Pindar. 
Behold ! his breakfasts' shine with reputation ; 
His dinners are the wonder of the nation ! 
With these he treats both commoners and quality, 
Who praise, where'er they go, his hospitality. 

Dr. Wolcot's Peter Pindar, 
Dire was the clang of plates, of knife and fork, 
That merciless fell, like tomahawks, to work ! 

Dr. Wolcot's Peter Pindar. 

Famish'd people must be slowly nurst, 

And fed by spoonfuls, else they always burst. 

-> Byron's Bon Juan. 
Besides, I'm hungry, and just now would take 
Like Esau, for my birthright a beef-steak. 

Byron's Don Juan. 
And when he look'd upon his watch again, 
He found how much old Time had been a wmuei — 
He also found that he had lost his dinner. 

Byron's Don Juan 
Nothing's more sure at moments to take hold 
Of the best feelings of mankind, which grow- 
More tender, as we every day behold, 
Than that all-softening, overpowering knell, 
The tocsin of the soul — the dinner bell ! 

Byron's Bon Juan 

When dinner has oppress'd me, 
I .think it is perhaps the gloomiest hour 
Which turns up out of the sad twenty-four. 

Byron's Bon Juan, 



APPLAUSE - POPULARITY 51 

He fell upon vvhate'er was offer' d — like 
A priest, a shark, an alderman, or pike.. 

Byron's Don Juan 
But man is a carnivorous production, 

And must have meat, at least one meal a day ; 
He cannot live, like woodcocks, upon suction, 
But, like the shark and tiger, must have prey. 

Byron's Don Juan. 

— All human history attests 
That happiness for man — the hungry sinner — 
Since Eve ate apples, must depend on dinner ! 

Byron's Don Juan, 
The big round dumpling rolling from the pot. 

D. Humphreys. 
The same stale viands serv'd up o'er and o'er, 
The stomach nauseate. 

Wynne's Ovid 



APPLAUSE — POPULARITY. 

Cries out upon abuses, seems- to weep 
Over his country's wrongs, and, by his face, 
This seeming brow of justice, did he win 
The hearts of all that he did angle for. 

Shakspeare. 

O, he sits high in all the people's hearu , 
Arid that, which would appear offence in us, 
His countenance, like richest alchymy, 
Will change to virtue, and to worthiness. 

Shakspears. 

O breath of public praise, 

Short-liv d and vain ! oft gain'd without desert, 

As often lost, unmerited ! 

Havard. 



52 APPL AL 3E - POPULARITY. 

Who most to shun or hate mankind pretend, 
Seek an admirer, or would' fix a friend : 
Abstract what others feel, what others think, 
All pleasures sicken, and all glories smk. 

Pope's Essay on Man. 

He spoke, and bow'd ; with muttering jaws 
The wondering circle grinn'd applause. 

Gay's Fables, 

The noisy praise 
Of giddy crowds is changeable as winds ; 
Still vehement, and still without a cause ; 
Servant to change, and blowing in the te'de 
Of swoln success ; but veering with the ebb, 
It leaves the channel dry. 

Dryden 

Some shout him, and some hang upon his ear, 
To gaze in's eyes and bless him. Maidens wave 
Their 'kerchiefs, and old women weep for joy ; 
While others, not so satisfied, unhorse 
The gilded equipage, and, turning loose 
His steeds, usurp a place they well deserve. 

Cowper's Task. 

Oh popular applause ! what heart of man 
Is proof against thy sweet, seducing charms ? 

Cowper's Task. 

In murmur'd pity, or loud-roar'd applause. 

Byron's Childe HartfM, 

What if the popular breath should damn the sun 
In his meridian glory ?— dost thou think 
His beams would fall less brighfy ? 

Dawes' Jlthcnia. 



ARCHITECTURE, &c. - ARGUMENT, &c. 53 



ARCHITECTURE — BUILDING. 

The princely dome, the column and the arch, 
The sculptur'd marble, and the breathing gold. 

AKENfftpK. 

Here the architect 
Did not with curious skill a pile erect 
Of carved marble, touch, or porphyry, 
But built a house for hospitality ; 
No sumptuous chimney-piece of shining stone 
Invites the stranger's eye to gaze upon, 
And coldly entertain his sight; but clear 
And cheerful flames cherish and warm him here. 

Carew. 
Windows and doors in nameless sculpture drest, 
With order, symmetry, or taste unblest ; 
Forms like some bedlam statuary's dream, 
The craz'd creation of misguided whim. 



Burns. 



The high embower' d roof, 
With antique pillars, massy proof, 
And storied windows richly dight, 
Casting a dim religious light. 



Milton. 



ARGUMENT — SOPfflSTK * , 

But this juggler 
Would think to chain my judgment, as mine eyes, 
Obtruding false rules prank'd in reason's garb. 

Milton s Comua. 



M 



ARGUMENT - SOPHISTRY. 



Enjoy thy gay wit and false rhetoric, 

That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence ; 

Thou art not fit to hear thyself convinced. 

Milton's Comus* 
Reproachful speech from either side 
The want of argument supplied ; 
They rail'd, revil'd — as often ends 
The contests of disputing friends. 



Gay's Fablts. 



Dogmatic jargon learnt by heart, 
Trite sentences, hard terms of art, 
To vulgar ears seems so profound, 
They fancy learning in the sound. 



Gay's Fables. 



He 'd undertake to prove, by force 
Of argument, a man's no horse ; 
He 'd prove a buzzard is no fowl. 
And that a lord may be an owl; 
A calf an "alderman, a goose a justice, 
And rooks committee-men and trustees. 

Butler's Hudibras* 
A man convine'd against his will, 
Is of the same opinion still. 

Butler's Hudibras. 
Now with fine phrase, and foppery of tongue, 
More graceful action, and a smoother tone, 
The orator of fable and fair face 
Will steal on your brib'd hearts. 



In subtle sophistry's laborious forge. 

False eloquence, luce the prismatic glass. 
Its gaudy colours spreads in every place ; 
The face of nature we no more survey, 
All glares alike, without distinction gay : — 
4 



Young. 
Young, 



ARGUMENT - SOPHISTRY. 55 

But true expression, like th' unchanging sun, 

Clears and improves whate'er it shines upon ; 

it gilds all objects, but it alters none. 

Pope's Essay on Criticism. 

Who shall decide when doctors disagree, 

And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me ? 

Pope's Moral Assays 

Like doctors thus, when much dispute has past, 

We find our tenets just the same at last. 

Pope's Moral Essays. 

But as some muskets do contrive it, 

As oft to miss the mark they drive at, 

And, though well-aim' d at duck or plover, 

Bear wide, and kick their owners over, — 

So fared our squire, whose reas'ning toil 

Would often on himself recoil, 

And so much injur d more his side, 

The stronger arguments he apply'd. 

Trumbull's M'Mngal 

The self-torturing sophist, wild Rousseau, 

The apostate of affection — he, who threw 

Enchantment over passion, and from woe 

Wrung overwhelming eloquence. 

Byron's Childe Harold. 

He cast 

O'er erring deeds and thoughts a heav'nly hue 

Of words, like sunbeams, dazzling as they pass'd. 

Byron's Childe Harold. 

His speech was a fine sample, on the whole, 

Of rhetoric, which the learn'd call " rigmarole. 

Byron's Don Juan. 

With temper calm and mild, 

• And words of soften'd tone, 

Be overthrows his neighbour's cause, 

And justifies his own. 

Wcksburg HTitg. 



56 ARTIFICE -CANDOUR. 

With neat and rounded phrase 

He tricks the shapeless thought ; 
Like hope of power, it charms lo-day ; 

To-morrow, it is nought. 

Vicksburg JITiif, 



ARTIFICE — CANDOUR, 

Make my breast 
Transparent as pure crystal, that the world, 
Jealous of me, may see the foulest thought 
My heart doth hold. 

Shallow artifice begets suspicion, 
And, like a cobweb veil, but thinly shades 
The face of thy design ; alone disguising 
What should have ne'er been seen. 



Buckingham 



Congreve 



Imperfect mischief! 
Thou, like the adder venomous and deaf, 
Hast stung the traveller; and when thou think'st 
To hide, the rustling leaves and bended grass 
Confess and point the path which thou hast crept. 
O, fate of fools ! officious in contriving, 
In executing, puzzved, lame, and lost. 

CoNGREVB 

You talk to me in parables ; 
You may have known that I'm no wordy man : 
Fine speeches are the instruments of knaves, 
Or fools, that use them when they want good sense. 

Otway 
Honesty 
Needs no disguise nor ornament; be plain. 

Otway. 



ASSASSINATION - MURDER. 57 

The brave do never shun the light ; 

Just are their thoughts, and open are their tempers ; ■ 

Truly without disguise, they love oi hate ; 

St 11 are they found in the fair face of day, 

And heaven and men are judges of their actions 

Rowe. 
'Tis great, 'tis manly to disdain disguise ; 
It shows our spirit, or it proves our strength 

Young's Night Thought*. 
A man of sense can artifice disdain, 
As men of wealth may venture to go plain ; 
I find the fool when I behojd the screen, 
For 'tis the wise man's interest to be seen 

Young's Love of Fame. 



ASSASSINATION — MURI'ER. 

Will all Neptune's ocean wash this blood 

Clear from my hand ? No, this my hand will rather 

The multitudinous seas incarnadine, 

Making this green one, red. 

Shakspeake* 
The great King of kings 

Hath in the table of his law commanded 
That thou shalt do no murder; wilt thou then 
Spurn at his edict, and fulfil a man's ? 



The tyrannous and bloody act is done ; 
The most arch deed of piteous massacre 
That ever yet this land was guilty of. 



Shakspeare. 



SjIAKSTEABE, 



Though in the trade of war I have slain men, 
Yet do I hold it very stufTo' the conscience 
To do no contriv'd murder ; I lack iniquity 
Sometimes, to do me service. 

SifAKHPIUMfc 



&& ASSOCIATES - COMPANY. 

See — his face is black and full of blood ; 

His eyeballs further out than when he lived, 

Staring full ghastly, like a strangled man; 

His hair uprear'd ; his nostrils stretch'd with struggling ; 

His hands abroad display'd, as one that grasp'd 

And tugg'd for life, and was by strength subdued. 

Shakspe UlE. 
Blood, though it sleeps a time, yet never dies ; 
The gods on murd'rers fix revengeful eyes. 



Chapman 



Murder itself is past all expiation, 

The greatest crime that nature doth abhor. 

. Is there a crime 
Beneath the roof of heaven, that stains the soul 
Of men with more infernal hue, than damn'd 
Assassination ? 



GrOFFE. 



./IBBER, 



Cease, triflers ; would you have me feel remorse, 
Leave me alone — nor cell, nor chain, nor dungeons, 
Speak to the murderer with the voice of solitude. 

Maturin's Bertram 
Oh ! thou dead 
And everlasting witness ! whose unsinkmg 
Blood darkens earth and heaven ! what thou now art, 
I know not ; but if thou seest what I am 
I think thou wilt forgive him, whom his God 
Can ne'er forgive, nor his own soul — farewell ! 

Byron's Cain, 



ASSOCIATES — COMPANY. 

Unbidden guests 
Are often welcomest when they are gone, 

Shakspear*. 



ASTONISHMENT -SURPRISE. 59 



So lilies in a glass enclose — 

The glass will seem as white as those. 

Tis hard, where dulness overrules, 
To keep good sense in crowds of fools ; 
An7 we admire the man who saves 
Hus honesiy in crowds of knaves. 



CowLfef 



Dean Swift 



Then must I plunge again into the crowd 
Where revel calls, and laughter, vainly loud, 
False to the heart, distorts the hollow cheek, 
To leave the nagging spirit doubly weak. 

Byron's Childe Harold, 
Then as we never met before, and never, 
It may be, may again encounter, why, 
I thought to cheer up this — : — 

Byron. 
Like the stain'd web, that wmitens in the sun, 
Grow pure by being purely shone upon. 

Moore's Lalla Rookh 



ASTONISHMENT —SURPRISE. 

With wild surprise, 
As if to marble struck, devoid of sense, 
A stupid moment motionless she stood. 

Thomson's Seasons 
He stood 
Pierc'd by severe amazement, hating life, 
Speechless and fix ? d in all the death of woe. 

Thomson's Seasons, 
Were his eyes open ? Yes, and his mouth too ; — 

Surprise has this effect, to make one dumb, 
Yet leave the gate, which eloquence slips through, 
As wide as if a long speech were to come. 

Byron's Don Juctn 



M) AUTHORS - WRITERS. 

A war-horse, at the trumpet's sound, 
A lion, rous'd by heedless hound, 
A tyrant wak'd to sudden strife, 
By graze of ill-directed knife, 
Starts not to more convulsive life, 
Than he who heard that vow display'd. 

Byron's Bride of Abydos 



AUTHORS — WRITERS. 

How many great ones may remember'd be, 

Which in their days most famously did flourish, 
Of whom no words we hear, no signs now see, 
But as things wip'd out with a sponge do perish, 
Because they living cared not to cherish 
No gentle wits, through pride or covetize, 
Which might their names for ever memorize ! 

Spenser's Ruins of Time 
He that writes, 
Or makes a feast, more certainly invites 
His judges than his friends ; there 's not a guest 
But will find something wanting, or ill-drest. 

Sir R. Howard. 
Much thou hast said, which I know when 
And where thou stol'st from other men; 
Whereby 't is plain thy light and gifts, 
Are all but plagiary shifts. 

Butler's Iludibras, 
Authors are judg'd by strange capricious rules ; 
Tlie great ones are thought mad, the small ones fools ; 
Vet sure the best are most severely fated, 
For iools are only laugh'd at — wits are hated. 

Pops 



AUTUMN -SPRING -WINTER. &c. 

Some write, confin'd by physic ; some, by debt; 
Some, for 'tis Sunday ; some, because 'tis wet; 
Anoiher writes because his father writ, 
And proves himself a bastard by his wit. 

None but an author knows an author's cares 
Or Fancy's fondness for the child she bears. 

Oar doctor thus, with stufT'd sufficiency 
Of all omnigenous omnisciency, 
Began (as who would not begin, 
That had like him so much within?) 
To let it out in books of all sorts. 
Folios, quartos, large and smah sorts 



6) 



IfOUNG. 



COWPEJ 



MOORB 



0:ie hates an author that 's all author, fellows 

In foolscap uniform turn'd up with ink ; 
So very anxious, clever, fine and jeaious, 

One don't know what to say to them, or think, 
Unless to puff them with a pair of bellows; 

Of coxcombry's worst coxcombs, e'en the pink 
Are preferable to these shreds of paper, 
These unquench'd snuffings of the midnight taper. 

Byron's Beppo. 



AUTUMN — SPRING — WINTER, &c. 

Fere ei vest thou not the process of the year, 
How the four seasons in four forms appear? 
Like human life in every shape they wear; 
Spring first, like infancy, shoots out her head, 

With milky juice requiring to be fed 

Proceeding onward, whence the year began, 
The summer grows adult, and ripens into man. , 



<S2 AUTUMN - SPRING - WINTER, &c. 

Autumn succeeds, a sober, tepid age, 
Nor froze with fear, nor boiling into rage ; 
Last, winter creeps along with tardy pace, 
Sour is his front, and furrow'd is his face. 

Dryden's Ovid, 
See, winter comes, to rule the varied year, 
Sullen and sad, with all his rising train ; 
Vapours, and clouds, and storms. 

Thomson's Seasons, 
As yet the trembling year is unconfin'd, 
And winter oft at eve resumes the breeze, 
Chills the pale morn, and bids his driving sleets 
Deform the day delightless. 

Thomson's Seasons. 
But see, the fading many-colour'd woods, 
Shade deep'ning over shade, the country round 
Embrown. 

Thomson's Seasons 
From bright'ning fields of ether, fair disclos'd, 
Child of the sun, refulgent Summer comes ; 
In pride of youth, and felt thro' nature's depth, 
He comes, attended by the sultry hours, 
And ever-fanning breezes on his way. 

Thomson's Seasons 

winter ! ruler of the inverted year, .... 

1 love thee, all unlovely as thou seem'st, 
And dreaded as thou art. 

Cowper's Task 
Where smiling Spring its earliest visit paid, 
And parting Summer ling'ring blooms delay'd. 

Goldsmith's Deserted Village 
And winter, lingering, chills the lap of spring. 

Goldsmith's Travelltt 
Fain WDuld my muse the flowing treasure sing, 
And humble glores of the youthful spring. 

Pope 



AUTUMN - SPRING - WINTER, &c. &* 

Where summer's beauty 'midst of winter stays, 
And winter's coolness, spite of summer's rays. 

Pope 
Eternal Spring, with smiling verdure, here 
Warms the mild air, and crowns the youthful year. 

Garth 
But mighty nature bounds as from her birth. 
The sun is in the heavens, and life on earth.; 
Flowers in the valley, splendour in the beam, 
Health in the gale, and freshness in the stream. 

Byron's Lara. 
The merry May hath pleasant hours, and dreamily they 

glide, 
As if they floated, like the leaves, upon a silver tide ; 
The trees are full of crimson buds, the woods are full of 

birds, 
And the waters flow to music, like a tune with pleasant 

words. 



The keen north-west, that heaps the drifted snow. 

David Humphreys. 
The sultry summer past, September comes, 
Soft twilight of the slow declining year, 
More sober than the buxom, blooming May, 
And therefore less the favourite of the world ; 
But dearest month of ail to pensive minds. 

Carlos Wilcox 
And the meridian sun, 
Most sweetly smiling with attemper'd beams, 
Skeds gently down a mild and grateful warmth. 

Carlos Wilcox 
Tha melancholy days are o'er, 

The saddest of the year, 
Of wailing winds, and naked woods, 
And meadows brown and sear. 

W. C. Bryant. 



64 AUTUMN - SPRING - WINTER, &o. 

The dead leaves strew the forest walk, 

And wither' d are the pale wild flowers; 
The frost hangs black' ning on the stalk, 
The dew-drops fall in frozen showers. 

J. Brainard* 
The world leads round the seasons in a choir, 
For ever changing, and for ever new, 
Blending the grand, the beautiful, the gay, 
The mournful and the tender, in one strain. 

J. G. Percival 
The gentle gales of Spring went by, 
And fruits and flowers of summer die ; 
The autumn winds swept o'er the hill, 
And winter's breath came cold and chill. 

Goodrich 
What scenes of delight, what sweet visions she brings 

Of freshness, of gladness and mirth — : 
Of fair sunny glades where the buttercup springs, 
Of cool, gushing fountains, of rose-tinted wings, 
Of birds, bees and blossoms, all beautiful things, 
Whose brightness rejoices the earth ! 

Mrs. A. B. Welby 
The bleak wind whistles —snow-showers, far and near, 

Drift without echc to the whitening ground ; 
Autumn hath past away, and, cold and drear, 
Winter stalks in, with frozen mantle bound. 

Mrs. Norton, 
Hark! through the dim woods dyirg 

With a' moan, 
Faintly the winds are sighing; — 
Summer 's gone ! 

Mrs. Norton. 
First budding Spring appears, next Summers heat. 
Then Autumn's fruits, then Winter's cold and sleet, 

J. T, Watson, 



AVARICE - BRIBER Y - MISER. 65 

Then rugged Winter his appearance makes, 

Cloth'd in his cheerless robes of snow and frost, 

And vegetation all the land forsakes, 

And flowers decay, and all Spring's fruits are lost. 

J. T. WATSON. 



AVARICE — BRIBERY — MISER. 

Shall we now 
Contaminate our fingers with base bribes ? 
And sell the mighty space of our large honours, 
For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? 
I 'd rather be a dog, and bay the moon, 
Than such a Roman. 

SlIAKSPEARE. 

The miser lives alone, abhorr'd by all, ' 

Like a disease, yet cannot so be 'scaped, 

But, canker-like, eats through the poor men's hearts 

That live about him ; never has commerce 

With any, but to ruin them. 

May 
Of Age's avarice I cannot see 
What colour, ground, or reason there can be ; 
Is it not folly, when the way we ride 
Is short, for a long voyage to provide ? 
To avarice some title Youth may own, 
To reap in autumn what a spring had sown ; 
And, with the providence of bees or ants, 
Prevent with summer's plenty winter's wants. 
But Age scarce sows, ere death stands by to reap, 
And to a stranger's hand transfer the heap. 

Denham. 
Who thinketh to buy villany with gold, 
Shall ever find such faith so bought — so sold. 

6 * Marston. 



86 AVARICE - BRIBERY - MISER. 

But the base miser starves amidst his store. 
Broods o'er his gold, and griping still at more, 
Sits sadly pining, and believes he 's poor. 



Dryden 



The lust of gold, unfeeling and remorseless — 
The last corruption of degenerate man. 

Dr. Johnson's Iren* 
'Tis strange the miser should his care employ 
To gain those riches he can ne'er enjoy. 

Pope's Moral Essays 
Their crimes on gold shall misers lay 
Who 've pawn'd their sordid souls away ? 
Let hravoes, then, whose blood is spilt, 
Upbraid the passive sword with guilt. 

Gay's Fables 
Oh cursed last of gold ! when for thy sake 
The fool throws up his interest in both worlds; 
First starv'd in this, then damn'd in that to come. 

Blair's Grave 
Who, lord of millions, trembles for his store, 
And fears to give a farthing to the poor ; 
Proclaims that penury will be his fate, 
And, scowling, looks on charity with hate. 

Dr. Wolcot's Peter Pindar. 
r The love of gold, that meanest rage, 
And latest folly of man's sinking age, 
Which, rarely venturing in the van of life, 
While nobler passions wage their heated strife, 
Comes skulking last, with selfishness and fear, 
And dies collecting lumber in the rear. 

Moore. 
Oh gold ! why call we misers miserable ? 

Theirs is the pleasure that can never pall ; 
Theirs is the best bower-anchor, the chain cable. 
Which holds fast other pleasures great and small. 

Byron's Don Juan. 
5 



BALL - DANCING, &c. 67 

Sound him with gold ; 
Twill sink into his venal soul like lead 
Into the deep, and bring up slime, and mud, 
And ooze too, from the bottom, as the lead doth 
With it? greased understratum 

Byron 
A thirst for gold, 
The beggar's vice, which can but overwhelm 
The meanest soul. 

Byron's Vision of Judgment, 
Who loves no music but the dollar's clink. 

Sprague's Curiosity. 
The kindly throbs that other men control, 
Ne'er melt the iron of the miser's soul ; 
Thro' life's dark road his sordid way he wends, 
An incarnation of fat dividends. 

Sprague's Curiosity. 

And he, across whose brain scarce dares to creep 
Aught but thrift's parent pair — to get — to keep. 

Sprague's Curiosity. 
Mammon's close-link' d bonds have bound him, 

Self-imposed, and seldom burst ; 
Though heaven's waters gush'd around him, 
He would pine with earth's poor thirst. 

Mrs. S. J. Hale 



BALL — DANCING, &c. 



Come and trip it as you you go 
On the light fantastic toe. 



Milton. 



Methought it was the sound 
Of riot and ill-managed merriment, 
Such as th 3 jocund flute or gamesome pipe 
Stir? up among the loose unletter'd hinds. 

Milton's Comu* 



BALL -DANCING &,c 

Yet is there one, the most delightful kind, 

A lofty jumping and a leaping rouad, 
When arm in arm the dancers are entwined, 
And whirl themselves with strict embracements round. 

Dathss 
Alike all ages ; dames of ancient days 
Have led their children through the mirthful maze ; 
And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, 
Has frisk' d beneath the burden of threescore. 

Goldsmith's Traveller 
A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when 

Music arose with its voluptuous swell, 
Soft eyes look'd love to eyes that spoke again, 
And all went merry as a marriage bell. 

Byron's Childe Harold. 
On with the dance ! let joy be unconfined ! 
No sleep till morn, when youth and pleasure meet, 
To chase the glowing hours with flying feet. 

Byron's Childe Harold 

The long carousal shakes th' illumined hall ; 
Well speeds alike the banquet and the ball : 
And the gay dance of bounding beauty's train 
Links grace and harmony in happiest chain. 
Blest, are the early hearts and gentle hands, 
That mingle theirs in well-according bands ; 
It is a sight the careful brow might smooth, 
And make age smile, and dream itself to youth, 
And youth forget such hours were past on earthy — 
So springs th' exulting bosom to that mirth. 

Byron's Law* 
The music, and the banquet, and the wine, — 
The garlands, the rose-odours, and the flowers, — 
The sparkling eyes, and flashing ornaments — 
The white arms, a^d the raven hair — the braids 
And bracelets — ^\ an-like t^osoms — the thin robes, 



BALL-DANC NG, &c. G 

Floating like light clouds 'twixt our gaze and heaven — 
The many twinkling feet, so small and sylph-like, 
Suggesting the more secret symmetry 
Of the fair forms which terminate so well. 

Byron's Marino Faliero 

When gas and beauty's blended rays 
Sec hearts and ball-rooms in a blaze ; . 
Or spermaceti's light reveals 
More "inward bruises" than it heals; 
In flames each belle her victim kills, 
And " sparks fly upward" in quadrilles. 

Hon. Nici-i. Biddle's Ode to Bogh 

Such grace and such beauty ! dear creature ! you'd sweai 
When her delicate feet in the dance twinkled round, 

That her steps are of light — that her home is. the air, 
And she only par complaisance touches the ground ! 

MoORE 

And turn from gentle Juliet's woe, 
To count the twirls of Fanny Ellsler's toe. 

Spragtje's Curiosity* 

The bright and youthful dancers meet, 
With laughing lips and winged feet; 
And golden locks come flashing by, 
Like sudden sunshine thro' the sky. 

Mrs. C. H. W. Esling's Broken Bracelet 

And fairy forms, now here, now there, 
Hover'd like children of the air. 

Mrs. C. H. W. Esling's Broken Bracelet, 

Of all that did chance, 'twere a long tale to tell. 
Of the dancers and dresses, and who was the belle ; 
But each was so happy, and all were so fair, 
That night stole away, and the dawn caught them there. 

S. G.' Goodrich, 



70 BANISHMEN T - EXILE. 



BANISHMENT — EXILE. 

Banish'd ! — the damned use that word in hell ; 
Howlings attend it ; how, hast thou the heart 
To mangle me with that word- — banishment ? 

Shakspeare. 
Some natural tears they dropt, but wip'd them soon : 
The world was all before them, where to choose 
Their place of rest, and Providence their guide. 
They hand in hand, with wand'ring steps and slow, 
Through Eden took their solitary way. ' 

Milton's Paradise Lost 
When I think of my own native landj 

In a moment 1 seem to be there ; 
But alas ! recollection at hand 

Soon hurries me back to despair. 

COWPER 

Ah me ! how oft will fancy's spells, in slumber, 

Recall my native country to my mind ; 
How oft regret will bid me sadly number 

Each lost delight, and dear friend left behind ! 

Mat. G. Lewis 
Dreams of the land where all my wishes centre, 

Those scenes which I am doom'd no more to know, 
Full oft shall memory trace — my soul's tormentor — 
And tarn each pleasure past to present woe. 

Mat. G. Lewis. 
I depart, 
Whither I know not ; but the hour's gone by, 
When Albion's lessening, shores could grieve or glad mine 
eye. 

Byron's Childe Harold 

Then fare thee well, my country, lov'd and lost ! 
Too early lost, alas ! when once so dear ; 



BANNER -FLAG. Tl 



1 turn in sorrow from thy glorious coast, 
And urge the feet forbid to linger here. 

Farewell ! my more than fatherland ! 

Home of my heart and friends, ad^eu ' 
Lmg'ring beside some foreign strand 

How oft shall I remember you ! 



E. D. Griffin, 



R-H Wilms. 



BANNER — FLAG, 

Who, forthwith, from the glitt'ring staff unfurl'd 
Th' imperial ensign, which, full high advanc'd, 
Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind. 

Milton's Paradise Lost 
'T is the Star-Spangled Banner — Oh, long may it wave 
O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave ! 

F. Key 
As long as patriot valour's arm 

Shall win the battle's prize, 
That star shall beam triumphantly, 

That Eagle seek the skies! 

J. R. Drake 
Flag of the free heart's only home, 

By angel hands to valour given, 
Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, 

And all thy hues were born in heaven! 
For ever float that standard sheet! 

Where breathes the foe but falls before us, 
With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, 

And Freedom's banner streaming o'er 13s ! 

3. R, Drake. 



T% BASHFULNE&S - BLUSH - MODESTY. 



BA£JFULNESS^ tjjSH —MODESTY. 

Unto the ground she cast her modest eye, 
And ever and anon, with rosy red, 
The bashful bxush her snowy cheeks did dye 

Spenser's Fairy Qiteen, 
Maidens in modesty say No, to that 
Which they would have the profTerers construe, Aye. 

Shakspeare. 
Confusion thrill'd me then, and secret joy, 
Fast throbbing, stole its treasures from my heart, 
And, mantling upward, turn'd my face to crimson. 

Brcokb, 
From every blush that kindles in thy cheeks, 
Ten thousand little loves and graces spring, 
To revel in the roses 

Rowe's Tamerlane, 
As lamps burn silent with unconscious light, 
So modest ease in beauty shines most bright ; 
Unaiming charms with rays resistless fall, 
And she, who means no mischief, does it all. 

Aaron Hut 
He saw her charming, but he saw not half 
The charms her downcast modesty conceal'd. 

Thomson's Seasons. 
Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame. 

Pope. 
A crimson blush her beauteous face o'erspread, 
Varying her cheeks, by turn, with white and red ; 
The driving colours, never at a stay, 
Run here and there, and flush, and fade away. 

Parnell, 

"'he modest matron, and the blushing maid. 

Goldsmith's Traveller 



B ASHFULNESS - BLUSH - MODESTY. 



TO 



The bashful virgin's sidelong look of love. 

That modest grace subdu'd my soul, 
That chastity of look which seems to hang, 
A veil of purest light, o'er all her beauties, 
And by forbidding most inflames desire. 

I pity bashful men, who feel the pain 
Of fancied scorn, and undeserv'd disdain, 
And bear the marks upon a blushing face, 
Of needless shame, and self-impos'd disgrace. 

True modesty is a discerning grace, 
And only blushes in the proper place ; 
But counterfeit is blind, and skulks thro' fear, 
Where 't is a shame to be asham'd t' appear. 

Playful blushes, that seem'd nought 
But luminous escapes of thought. 

I know a" cheek whose blushes, 
As they trembling come and go, 

I could gaze upon for ever, 
If it did not pain thee so, 



Goldsmith 



Young 



Cowper. 



Cowper. 



T. Moore, 



Mrs. Osgood 



And so the blush is form'd, and flies, 
Nor owns reflection's calm control, 

It comes, it deepens — fades, and dies, 
A gush of feeling from the soul. 

Modesty's the charm 
That coldest hearts can quickest warm ; 
Which ail our best affections gains, 
And, gaining, ever still retains. 



Mrs* Pinnies 



J. K. Pauldin«- 



74 BATTLE - FIGHTING- WAR, 



BATTLE — FIGHTING — WAR. 

So brave returning, with his brandish'd blade, 

He to the carle himself again addrest, - 
And struck at him so sternly that he made 
An open passage through his riven breast, 
And halt the steel behind his back did rest. 

Spenser's Fairy Queen. 
It was a pity — so it was, 
That villanous saltpetre should be digg'd 
Out of the bowels of* the harmless earth, 
Which many a good brave fellow has destroy' d. 

Shakspeare. 
Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war. 

Shakspeare, 
In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man 
As modest stillness and humility ; 
But when the blast of war blows in his ears. 
Then imitate the action of the tiger. 



SHAKSPEAREc 



Now one 's the better— then the other best, 
Both tugging to be victor, breast to breast ; 
Yet neither conqueror or is conquered, 
So is the equal poise of this fell war. 



Shakspeare 



With many a stiff thwack, many a bang, 
Hard crabtree and old iron rang; 
While none who saw them could divine 
To which side conquest would incline. 

Butler's Hudibras, 
Ah me ! what perils do environ 
The man that meddles with cold iron ! 
For tho' Dame Fortune seem to smile, 
And ieei upon him for a while, 



BATTLE - FIGHTING - WAR, 75 

She '11 after show him, in the nick 
Of all his glories, a dog-trick. 

Butler's Hudibras 

Death 

Grinn'd horribly a ghastly smile, to hear 

His famine should be fill'd, and bless'd his maw, 

Destined to that good hour. 

Milton's Paradise Lost, 

Those who in quarrels interpose, 
Must often wipe a bloody nose. 

Gay's Fables 
The broomstick o'er her head she waves ; 
She sweats, she stamps, she puffs, she raves ; — 
The sneaking cur before her flies ; 
She whistles, calls — fair speech she tries. 
These nought avail. Her choler burns ; 
The fist and cudgel threat by turns ; 
With hasty stride she presses near ; 
He slinks aloof, and howls w r ith fear. 

Gay's Fables. 

He drew the sword, but knew its rage to charm, 
And loved peace be^t when he was forc'd to arm ; 
Unmov'd with all the glittering pomp of power, 
He took with joy, but laid it down with more. 

Rowe's Lucan ■ 
Nations with nations mixt confus'dly die, 
And lost in one promiscuous carnage he. 

Aedison. 

Me glory summons to the martial scene ; 

The field of combat is the sphere for men. 

Wheie heroes war, the foremost place I claim, 

The first in danger, and the first in fame. 

Pope's Home: 

Rash, fruitless war, from wanton glory wag'd, 

Is only splendid murder. 

Thomson 



76 



BATTLE - FIGHTING - WAR. 



Is death more cruel from a private dagger 

Than in the field, from murdering swords of thousands? 

Or does the number slain make slaughter glorious ? 

ClBBER 

War is of use to human kind ; 
For ever and anon, when you have pass'd 
A few dull years in peace and propagation, 
The world is overstock' d with fools, and wants 
A pestilence at least, if not a hero. 



Jeffery. 



Then shook the hills with thunder riven, 
Then rush'd the steeds to battle driven, 
And, louder than the bolts of heaven, 
Far flash'd the red artillery.- 



Campbell, 



Their clamours rend the hills around, 
And earth re-bellows with the sound ; 
And many a groan increased the din 
From broken nose and battered shin. 

Trumbull's McFingat. 

And cover'd o'er with' knobs and pains 
Each void receptacle for brains. 

Trumbull's McFingaL 
Cn? murder marks the assassin's odious name, 
But millions damn the hero into fame. 

R. T. Paine 

r, nd, where the hottest fire was seen and heard, 
And the loud cannon peal'd its hoarsest strains. 

Byron's Don Juan, 

A.1 that the mind would shrink from of excesses, 

All that the body perpetrates of bad, 
A.li that we read, hear, dream, of man's distresses, 

All that the devil would do, if run stark mad — 

Was here let loose 

Byron's Don Juan. 



BATTLE -, FIGHTING - WAR. 77 

I own my natural weakness : I have not 
Yet learn'd to think of indiscriminate murder 
Without some sense of shuddering. 

Byron's Marino Faliero 
They form — unite — charge — waver — all is lost ! 

Byron's Corsair 
The death-shot hissing from afar 
The shock, the shout, the groan . of war. 

Byron's Giaour 
Theirs the strife, 
That neither spares nor speaks for life. 

Byron's Giaour. 
But when all is past, it is humbling to tread 
O'er the weltering field of the tombless dead, 
And see worms of the earth and fowls of the air, 
And beasts of the forest, all gathering there ; 
All regarding man as their prey, 
All rejoicing in his decay. 

Byron's Siege of Corinth. 

The field of freedom, faction, fame, ancl blood. 

Byron's Childe Harold. 
And torrents, swoln to rivers with their gore. 

Byron's Childe Harold 
'T was blow for blow, disputing inch by inch, 
For one would not retreat, nor t' other flinch. 

Byron's Don Juan. 
And slaughter heap'd on high its weltering ranks. 

Byron's Childe Harold* 
Battle's magnificently stern array. 

Byron's Childe Hatch, 
In vain he did whate'er a chief may do, 
To check the headlong fury of that crew ; 
in vain their stubborn ardour he w^ould tame — 
The hand that kindles cannot quench the flame. 

Byron's Lara, 

7* 



78 BATTLE - FIGHTING - WAR. 

Not in the conflict havoc seeks delight — 

His day of mercy is the day of fight; 

Bat when the field is fought, the battle won, 

Tho' drench' d with gore, his woes are but begun. 

Byron's Curse of Minerva. 
Waved her dread pinion to the breeze of morn, 
Peal'd her loud drum, and twang' d her trumpet horn. ' 

Campbell. 
From rank to rank their vollied thunder flew. 

Campbell 
Death spoke in every booming shot that khell'd upon the ear 

Spragle. 
And when the cannon-mouthings loud 
Heave in wide wreaths the battle shroud, 
And gory sabres rise and fall, 
Like sheets of flame in midnight pall. 

J. R Drake. 

Hark ! the muffled drum sounds the last march of the brave 1 
The soldier retreats to his quarters, the grave, 
Under Death, whom he owns his commander-in-chief; — 
No more he '11 turn out with the ready relief. 

H. CuMMINGS. 

Now lies he low — no more to hear 

The victor's shout or clashing stee±, 
No more of war's rude cares to bear, 

No more kind sympathy to feel. 
No more he charges with the host, 

The thickest of the battle-field ; 
No mote to join m victory's boast, 

No more to see the vanquish'd yield. 

Richmond Republican. 
Tho bursting shell, the gateway wrench'd asunder, 

The rattling musketry, the clashing blade ; 
And ever and anon, in tones of thunder, 

The diapason of the cannonade. 

LONOFELLOW 



BEAST -BEAUTY, TO 



BEAST. — (See Animal). 



BEAUTY. 

The glass of fashion, and the mould of form, 
The observ'd of all observers. 



Shaksfeare. 



Beauty 's a doubtful good, a glass, a flower, 
Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour ; 
And beauty, blemish'd once, for ever 's lost, 
In spite of physic, painting, pain, and cost. 

All orators are dumb when beauty pleadeth. 



Shakspeare 
Shakspearf 



Beauty is nature's brag, and must be shown 
In courts, and feasts, and high solemnities, 
Where most may wonder at the workmanship. 
It is for homely features to keep home ; 
They had their name thence ; coarse complexions, 
And cheeks of sorry grain, will serve to ply 
The sampler, and to tease the housewife's wool. 
What need a vermeil-tinctur'd lip for that, 
Love-darting eyes, and tresses like the morn ? — 
There was another meaning in those gifts. 

Milton's Comus 
Virtue can brook the thoughts of age 
That asts the same through every stage, 
Though you by time must suffer more 
Than ever woman lost before ! 

Gay's Fables 
*T is not a lip or eye we beauty call, 
But the full force and joini effect of all. 

Pope's Essay on Criticism 



80 BEAUTY 

If to her share some female errors fall, 
Look to her face, and you '11 forget them all 

Belinda smiled, and all the world was gay. 

I long not for the cherries on the tree, 
So much as those which on a lip I see ; 
And more affection bear I to the rose, 
That in a cheek, than in a garden grows. 



Pope. 
Pope. 



Randolph. 



Grace was in her steps, heaven in her eyes, 
In every gesture dignity and love. 

Milton's Paradise Lost 

Her eyes, her lips, her cheeks, her shape, her features, 
Seem to be drawn by Love's own hand. 

Dryden. 
'Tis not a set of features or complexion, 
The tincture of a skin, that I admire ; 
Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, 
Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense. 

Addison's Cato* 
And those who paint them truest, praise them. most. 

Addison 
All that painting can express, 
Or youthful poets fancy when they love. 

Rowe's Fair Penitent 
What's female beauty but an air divine, 
Through which the mind's all gentle graces shine ? 
They, like the sun, irradiate all between ; 
The body charms, because the soul is seen. 

Young 
Beauty ! thou pretty plaything! dear deceit; 
That steals so gently o'er the stripling's hearc, 
And gives it a new pulse unknown before ! 

Blair's Gravt 



BEAUTY. SI 

No fantastic robe, 
That e'er caprice invented,, custom wore, 
Or folly smiled on, could eclipse thy charms 

Shenstone. 
To make the cunning artless, tame the rude> 
Subdue the haughty, shake the undaunted soul : — 
These are the triumphs of all-powerful beauty. 

Joanna Baillib. 
But then her face, 
So lovely, yet so arch, so full of mirth, 
The overflowing of an innocent heart. 

Rogers' Italy. 
There was a soft and pensive grace, 
A cast of thought upon her face, 
That suited well the forehead high, 
The eyelash dark, and downcast eye ; 
The mild expression spoke a mind 
In duty firm, compos'd, resign'd. 

Scott's Rokeby 

For faultless was her form as beauty's queen, * 

And every winning grace that love demands, 
With mild attemper'd dignity was seen 

Play o'er each lovely limb, and deck her angel mien. 

Mrs. Tigh's Psyche. 
She was a form of life and light, 
That, seen, became a part of sight ; 
And rose where'er I turn'd my eye, 
The morning star of memory. 

Byron's Giaour, 
So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, 
We start, for soul is wanting there. 
Hers is the loveliness in death, 
That parts not quite with parting breath — 
But beauty with that fearful bloom, 
That hue, which haunts it to the tomb. 

Byron's Giaour. 



BEAUTY. 

Fair as the first that fell of womankind. 

Byron's Giaour. 

So bright the tear in beauty's eye, 
Love half regrets to kiss it dry ; 
So sweet the blush of bashfulness, 
Even pity scarce can wish it less. 

Byron's Bride of Jlbydos 
Who hath not prov'd how feebly words essay 
To fix one spark of beauty's heavenly ray ? 
Who doth not feel, until his failing sight 
Faints into dimness with its own delight, 
His changing cheek, his sinking heart confess 
The might, the majesty of loveliness ? 

Byron's Bridt of Mydos. 
Such around her shone 
The nameless charms unmark'd by hei alone : 
The light of love, the purity of grace, 
The mind, the music breathing from her face, , 
The heart whose softness harmoniz'd the whole, 
And, Oh ! that eye was in itself a soul ! 

Byron's Bride of Jlbydos. 
Heart on her lip, and soul within her eyes, 
Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies. 

Byron's Beppo. 
Who can curiously behold 
The smoothness and the sheen of beauty's cheek, 
Nor feel the heart can never all grow cold ? 

Byron's Childe Harold 
And form'd for all the witching arts of love. 

Byron's Childe Harold. 
Whose large blue eyes, fair locks, and snowy hands, 
Would shake the saintship of an anchorite. 

Byron's Childe Harold. 
The bee from that lip more nectar could sip 
Than from all the sweet buds in the bower. 






BEAUTY. K 

Oh, fresh is the rose in the gay dewy morning, 

And sweet is the lily at evening close : 
But in the fair presence of lovely young Jessie, 

Unseen is the lily, unheeded the rose. 



Burns 



Without the smile, from partial beauty won, 
Oh, what were man ? — a world without a sun ! 

Campbell 

Who hath not paus'd while beauty's pensive eye 
Ask'd from his heart the tribute of a sigh ? 
Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame, 
The power of grace — the magic of a name ? 

Campbell 
'Twere easier far to paint the hues of heaven, 

When Morn, resplendent with new glory, wakes, 
Or steal the varying tints by sunset given 

To the gold-crested wave, the while it breaks, 
Than to embody the harmonious grace 
That, ever-changing, flitted o'er her face. 

Dawe's Geraldine, 
For every block of marble holds a Venus, 
With nothing but unchisell'd stone between us. 

Dawe's Geraldine* 
Thou art beautiful, young lady; 
But I need not tell you this, 
For few have borne, unconsciously, 
The spell of loveliness. 

J. G. Whittier 
Thou art not beautiful — yet thy young face 
Makes up in sweetness what it lacks in grace ; 
Thou art not beautiful — yet thy blue eyes 
Steal o'er the soul like sunshine o'er the skies ; — 
And neaven, that gives to thee each mental grace, 
Has stamp'd the angel in thy sweet young face. 

Mrs. A. B. Welby 



84 BEGGAR. 

I 've gazed on many a brighter face, 

But ne'er on one, for TT ears, 
Where beauty left so soft trace 
As it had left on hers 

Mrs. A. B. Welby, 
With eyes whose beams might shame a night 
Of starlight gleams, they were so bright ; 
And cheeks before whose bloom the rose * 

Its blushing treasure-house might close. 

Mrs. Esling's Broken Bracdet* 
Beauty in woman weaves a spell 

Around poor man's, devoted heart, 
And he must guard the fortress well, 
Or else he'll feel its piercing dart; 
But when we see in one combin'd 
Charms such as do in you exist, 
And a well-cultivated mind, 

Her magic power who can resist ? 

' J. T. Watson 
That beauteous dame, whose heavenly charms 
Kept Troy and Greece ten years in arms. 

J. T. Watson. 
He look'd ' 
With a rapt gaze of wild delight, 
For ne'er saw he so fair a sight. 

J. T. Watsojn, 
Plato himself had not survey'd, 
tlnmov'd, suqti charms as she display 'd. 

J. T. Watson 



BEGGAR. 

He makes a beggar first, that first relieves him ; 
Not usurers make more beggars where they live, 
Than charitable men, that use to give. 

Heywoob, 



BETTING - GAMBLING. 85 

Base worldlings, that despise all such as need ; 

Who to the needy beggar still are dumb, 

Not knowing unto what themselves may come. 

Heywood. 

Beggar? the only free men of our commonwealth; 
Free above scot-free, that observe no laws, 
Obey no governor, use no religion, 
But what they draw from their own ancient custom, 
Or constitute themselves — yet are no rebels. 

Brome, 

Pity the sorrows of a poor old man, 

Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door, 
Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span — 

Oh, give relief, and Heaven will bless your store ! 



• BETTING — GAMBLING. 

Would you, when thieves are known abroad, 
Bring forth your treasure in the road ? 
Would not the fool abet the stealth, 
Who rashly thus expos'd his wealth ? 
Yet this you do, whene'er you play 
Among the gentlemen of prey. 



Gay's Fables 



In debts of play, 
Your honour suffers no delay ; 
And not this year's or next year's rent 
The sons of rapine can content. 

Look round, the wrecks of play behold, 
Estates dismember'd, mortgag'd, sold ! 
Their owners now to jails connn'd 
Show equal poverty of mind. 



Gay's Fables. 



Gay's Fables 



86 BIGOTRY 

Could fools to keep their own contrive. 

On what, on whom would gamesters thrive ? 



Gay's Fables, 



Whene'er the gaming-board is set, 
Two classes of mankind are met ; 
But if we count the greedy race, 
# The knaves fill up the greater space. 



Gay's Fables, 



If yet thou love game at so dear a rate, 

Learn this, that hath old gamesters dearly cost : 

Dost lose ? Rise up ; dost win ? Rise in that state, 
Who strives to sit out losing hands is lost. 



Some play for gain ; to pass time, others pla}^ 
For nothing ; both do play the fooi, I say ; — 
Nor time or coin I '11 lose, or idly spend ; 
Who gets by play, proves loser in the end. 

Most men, till by experience made s'ager, ■ 
Will back their own opinion with a wager. 



Herbert. 



Heath. 



Byron. 



BIGOTRY. 

The good old man, too eager in dispute, 
Flew high ; and, as his Christian fury rose, 
Damn'd all for heretics, who durst oppose. 



Dryden. 



For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight ; 
He can't be wrong, whose life is in the right. 

Pope's Essay on Man, 
Christians have burn'd each other, well persuaded 
That the apostles would have done as they did. 

Byron's *Don Juan. 
Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side 
In the cause of mankind, if our creeds disagree ? 



BIRDS. 57 

Sha^I I give up the friend I have valued and tried, 
If he kneel not before the same altar with me ? 

From the heretic girl of my soul shall I fly, 
To seek somewhere else a more orthodox bliss ? 

No ! perish the hearts and the laws that would try 
Truth, valour, or love, by a standard like this 

MOORE. 

Mad as Christians used to be 
About the thirteenth century, 
There 's lots of Christians to be had 
In this, the nineteenth, just as bad. 

Moors. 



BIRDS. 



Where dwelt the ghostly owl, 
Shrieking his baleful note, which ever drave 
Far from their haunt all other cheerful fowl. 

Spenser's Fairy Queen. 
When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds, 
And sails upon the bosom of the air. 

Shakspeare. 
Lo ! here the gentle lark, weary of rest, 

From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, 
And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast 
The sun ariseth in his majesty. 



Shakspeare. 



While the cock, with lively din, 
Setters the rear of darkness thin, 
A^i to the stack or the barn-door 
Proudly struts his dames before. 

'Die noisy geese that gabbled in the pool. 



Milton. 
Goldsmith, 



8S BIRDS. 

The heron 
CJpon the bank of some small, purling brook, 
Observant stands, to take his scaly prey. 

SoMERVILB 

Every songster sings, 
Tops the high bough, and clasps his glist'ning wings. 

Dr. Dwight 
I saw the expectant raven fly, 
Who scarce could ivait till both should die, 
Ere his repast begun. 

Byron's Mazeppa 

But his flaming eye dims not, his wing is unbow'd ; 
Still drinks he the sunshine, still scales he the cloud. 

W. H. Burleigh 
And the hlxxe jay flits by, from tree to tree, 
And, spreading its rich pinions, fills the ear 
With its shrill sounding and unsteady cry. 

Isaac M'Lellan 
Lone Whippoorwill ; 
There is much sweetness in thy fitful hymn, 
Heard in the drowsy watches of the night. 

Isaac M'Lellan. 
Here look on the geese, as they nibble the grass — 
How they stretch out their long necks, and hiss as we pass ! 
And the fierce little bantam, that flies your attack, 
Then struts, flaps, and crows, with such airs at }^our back ; 
And the turkey-cock, smoothing his plumes in your face, 
Then ruffling so proud, as you bound from the place ! 

W. H. Burleigh. 
The winglets of the fairy humming-bird, 
Like atoms of the rainbow flitting round. 

CaJTP>FOm 

The brown vultures of the woods 
Flock 'd to these vast uncover'd sepulchres, 
Ana sat, unscar'd and silent, at their feast. 

W. C. Bryant 



BIRDS. S«J 

The robin warbled forth his full clear note 
For hours, and wearied not. 

W. C. Bryant. 
Bird of the broad and sweeping wing, 

Thy home is high in heaven, 
Where wide the storms their banners fling, 
And tempest-clouds are driven ! 

J. G. Percival 
Ofttimes, tho' seldom seen, 
The cuckoo, that in summer haunts our groves, 
Is heard to moan, as if at every breath 

Panting aloud. 

Carlos Wilcox. 

The merry mocking-bird together links, 
In one continued song, all diff'rent notes, 
Adding new life and sweetness to them aL 

Carlos Wilcox. 
Along the surface of the winding stream, 
Pursuing every turn, gay swallows skim, 
Or, round the borders of the spacious lawn, 
Fly in repeated circles, rising o'er 
Hillock and fence, with motion serpentine, 
Easy and light. 

Carlos Wilcox. 
The robin to the garden or green yard, 
Close to the door, repairs to build again 
Within her wonted tree. 

Carlos Wilcox 

And in mid air the sportive night-hawk, seen 

Flying awhile at random, uttering oft 

A cheerful cry, attended with a shake 

Of level pinions dark, but, when upturn'd 

Against the brightness of the western sky, 

The white plume shining in the midst of each, 

Thsn far down diving with a hollow sound. 

Carlo* Wilcox 
8* 



90 BIRDS. 

The whippoorwill, her name her only song. 

Carlos Wilcox 
The yellowhammer by the wayside picks 
Mutely the thistle seed : but in her flight 
So smoothly serpentine, her wirgs outspread 
To rise a little, clos'd to fall as far. 

Carlos Wilcoi 

The flippant blackbird, with light yellow "crown, 
Hangs flutt'ring in the air, and chatters thick 
Till her breath fails, when, breaking off, she drop? 
On the next tree, and on its highest limb, 
Or some tall flag, and, gently rocking, sits 
Her strain repeating. 

Carlos Wilcox, 
With sonorous notet 
Of. every tone, mix'd in confusion sweet, 



The forest rings. 



Carlos Wilcox. 



The bird whose pinion courts the sunbeam's fire. 

Charles Sprague. 
Ever, my son, be thou like the dove ; 
In friendship as faithful, as constant in love. 

Bishop Doane. 
A free, wild spirit unto thee is given, 

Bright minstrel of the blue celestial dome ! 
For thou wilt wander to yon upper heaven, 

And bathe thy plumage in the sunbeam'* home ; 
And, soaring upward, from thy dizzy height, 
On free and fearless wing, be lost to human sight ! 

Mrs. Amelia Welw 

Hark ! how with love and flutt'ring start 

The skylark soars above, 
And with her full, melodious heart, 

She pours her 'strains of love. 



BLACKSMITH - FARMER - PEASANT 91 

Bird of the pure and dewy morn ! 

How soft thy heavenward lay- 
Floats up where life and light are born, 

Around the rosy day ! 

Mrs. Amelia Welby 



BIRTH. — (See Ancestry). 



BLACKSMITH — FARMER — PEASANT. 

Here smokes his forge ; he bares his sinewy arm, 
And early strokes the sounding anvil warm ; 
Around his shop the steely sparkles flew, 
As for the steed he shap'd. the bending shoe. 

Gay's Trivia. 
Oft did the harvest to the sickle yield, 

Their harrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; 
How jocund did they drive their team a-field, 

How bow'd the w r oods beneath their sturdy stroke ! 

•Gray's Elegy. 
He trudg'd along, unknowing what he sought, 
And whistled as he went, for want of thought. 

Dryden. 
His corn and cattle were his only care, 
And his supreme delight, a country fair. 

Dryden. 
Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; 
A breath can make them, as a breath hath made ; 
But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, 
When once destroy'd, can never be supplied. 

Goldsmith's Deserted Tallage. 
From labour health, from health contentment springs ; 
Contentment opes the source of e\ery joy. 

Beattie's Minstrel. 



92 BLINDNESS. 

The smith, a mighty man is he, 

With large and sinewy hands ; 
And the muscles of his brawny arms 

Are strong as iron bands. 

H. W. Longfellow 

Week in, week out, from morn till night 

You can hear his bellows blow ; 
You can hear him swing his heavy sledge 

With measur'd beat and slow. 

H. W. Longfellow 
How blest the farmer's simple life ! 

How pure the joy it yields ! 
Far from the world's tempestuous strife, 

Free, 'mid the scented fields ! 

C.. W. Everest. 
The cobbler 's all depends upon his awl, 

And sheer '# the merit of the tailor's shears ; 
The farmers crop, their living from their crop, 

And each man shares the blessings of their shares. 
Who ever saw the workman wield his saw 

Or move his plane along the timber's plane, 
Or with just rule adjust his iron rule, 

Must fain admit his skill he does not feign. 

J. T. Watson* 



BLINDNESS. 

O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon ; 
Irrevocably dark ! total eclipse, 
Without all hope of day. 

Milton's Samson Agonistes. 

O, loss of sight, of thee I most complain ! 

Light, the prime work of God, to me 's extinct, 

And all ner various objects of delight 

Annull'd, which might in part my grief have eas'd. 

Milton's Samson Agonistt* 



BLUSH - BOASTING 93 

Thus with the year 
Seasons return, but not to me returns 
Day, or the sweet approach of ev'n or morn, 
Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, 
Or flocks, or nerds, or human face divine ; 
But clouds instead, and ever-during dark • 

Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men 
Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair 
Presented with an universal blank 
Of nature's works to me expung'd and ras'd, 
And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. 

Milton's Paradise Lost 
Nor to these idle orbs doth sight appear 
Of sun, or moon, or stars, throughout the year, 
Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not 
Against heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot 
Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and ste'er 
Right onward. 

Milton. 
Ah ! little know they of the dreamy sadness 

That shadows o'er my spirit's viewless urn, 
For they can look out on the free world's gladness, 

Where blossoms blow, and stars shoot out and burn ; 
While I must sit, a fair yet darken'd flower, 

Amid the bright band gathering round our hearth, 
The only sad thing in our sweet home's bower — 

Oh ! for one glance upon the fresh green ear*h ! 

Mrs. A. B Welby 



BLUSH. — (See Bashfulness.) 



BOASTING. 

The honour's overpaid, 
When he that did the act is commentator. 

Shirly 



94 BOOKS - NEWSPAPER - PRESS. 

For highest looks have not the highest mind, 

Nor haughty words most full of highest thought ; 
But are like bladders blown up with the wind, 
That being prick'd evanish into nought. 

Spenser's Fairy Queers 
Who knows himself a braggart, 
Let him fear this ; for it will come to pass 
That ev'ry braggart shall be found an ass. 

Shakspeare, 

Here's a large mouth, indeed, 
That spits forth death, and mountains, rocks, and seas ; 
Talks as familiarly of roaring lions, 
As maids of thirteen do of puppy dogs. 

Shakspeare, 

What art thou ? Have not I 

An arm as big as thine ? a heart as big ? 
Thy words, I grant, are bigger, for I wear not 
My dagger in my mouth. 

Shakspeare. 
We rise in glory, as we sink in pride ; 
Where boasting ends, there dignity begins. 

Young's Night Thoughts 
For men, it is reported, dash and vapour 
Less on the field of battle than on paper ; 
Thus, in the history of each dire campaign, 
More carnage leads the newspaper than plain. 

Dr. Wolcot's Peter Pindar 



BOOKS — NEWSPAPER — PRESS, 

Books are a part of man's prerogative ; 

In formal ink they thought and voices hold; 
That we to them our solitude may give, 

And make time present travel that of old. 

Sir Thomas Overblry 



BOOKS - NEWSPAPER - PRESS. 9ft 

'Tis in books the chief 
Of all perfections, to be plain and brief. 

BlTTLEIL 

'T were well with most, if books, that could engage 
Their childhood, pleas'd them at a riper age ; 
The man approving what had charm'd the boy 
Would die at last in comfort, peace and joy ; 
And not with curses on his art, who stole 
The gem of truth from his unguarded soul. 



COWPER. 



COWPER. 



What is it but a map of busy life, 
Its fluctuations and its vast concerns? 

Books should to one 'of these four ends conduce, 
For wisdom, piety, delight, or use. 

Denham 
The printed part, tho' far too large, is less 
Than that which, yet unprinted, waits the press. 

From the Spanish* 
The Past but lives in words : a thousand ages 
Were blank, if books had not evok'd their ghosts, 
And kept the pale, unbodied shades to warn us 
From fleshless lips. 

Bulwer's Cromwell. 

'T is pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print ; 
A book 's a book, altho' there 's nothing in 't. 

Byron's English Bards and Scotch Reviews* 
Turn to the press — its teeming sheets survey, 
Big with the wonders of each passing day ; 
Births, deaths, and weddings, forgeries, fires and wrecks, 
Harangues and hailstones, brawls and broken necks. 

Charles Sprague's Curiosity, 

'Twas heaven to lounge upon a couch, said Gray, 
And read new novels through a rainy day 

Charles Sprague's Curiosity. 



t>6 BOOKS - IS EWSPAPER - PRESS. 

Trade hardly deems the busy day begun, 
Till his keen eye along the sheet has run ; 
The blooming daughter throws her needle by, 
And reads her schoolmate's marriage with a sigh : 
While the grave mother puts her glasses on, 
And gives a tear to some old crone that 's gone. 
The preacher, too, his Sunday theme lays down, 
To know what last new folly fills the town ; 
Lively or sad, life's meanest, mightiest things, 
The fate of fighting cocks, or fighting kings. 

Charles Sprague'^ Curiosity. 
See tomes on tomes, of fancy and of power, 
To cheer man's heaviest, warm his holiest hour. 

Charles Sprague's Curiosity. 
Turn back the tide of ages to its head, 
And hoard the wisdom of the honourd dead. 

Charles Sprague's Curiosity 
Newspaper ! who has never felt the pleasure that it brings ? 
It always tells us of so many strange and wondrous things ! 
It makes us weep at tales of wo — it fills our hearts with 

mirth — 
It tells us of the price of stock — how much produce is 

worth — 
And when, and where, and how, and why, strange things 

occur on earth. 
Has war's loud clarion call'd to arms ? — has lightning 

struck a tree 1 — 
Has Jenkins broke his leg ? — or has there t>een a storm at 

sea? — 
Has the sea-serpent shown his head ?- — a comet's tail been 

seen ? 
Or has some heiress with her groom run off to Gretna 

Green ? — 
All this, and many wonders more, you from this sheet may 

glean. 

J. T. Watson. 



BRAVERY - COURAGE - FORTITUDE 97 



BRAVERY — COURAGE — FORTITUDE. 



In war, was never lion's rage so fierce ; 

In peace, was never gentle iamb more mild. 

In struggling with misfortune lies the proof 
Of virtue. 

Pr'ythee, peace : 
I dare do all that may become a man ; 
Who dares do more, is none. 



Shakspeare 

Shakspeare. 

Shakspeare. 



His valour, shown upon our crests to-day, 
Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds, 
Even in the bosom of our adversary. 

Shakspeare 
But screw your courage to the sticking place, 
And we '11 not fail. 

Shakspeare. 
What though the field be lost? 
All is not lost ; the ungovernable will, 
And study of revenge, immortal hate, 
And courage never to submit or yield, 
And what is else not to be overcome. 

Milton's Paradise 2**8t. 
Let fortune empty all her quiver on me, 
I have a soul that, like an ample shield, 
Can take in all, and verge enough for more, 

Drydeh. 
For, as Ave see the eclipsed sun 
By mortals is more gazed upon, 
Than when, adorn'd with all his light, 
He shines in serene sky most bright, 
So valour, in a low estate, 
Is more admir'd and wonder'd at. 

Bugler's Hudibraa. 



&S BRAVERY - COURAGE - FORTITUDE. 

He that is valiant, and dares fight, 
Though drubb'd, can lose no honour by 't. 

Butler's Hudilra* 
T is not now who 's stout and bold ? 
But who bears hunger best, and cold ? 
An . he 's approv'd the most deserving, 
Who longest can hold out at starving. 

Butler's HudibTm* 
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest 
With all their country's honour blest ! 

Collins, 
To a mind resolv'd and wise, 
There is an impotence in misery, 
Which makes me smile, while all its shafts are in me. 

Young's Revenge 
True fortitude is seen in great exploits 
That justice warrants, and that wisdom guides ; 
All else is tow'ring frenzy and distraction. 

Addison's Cato 
The wise and active conquer difficulties, 
By daring to attempt them ; sloth and folly 
Shiver and sink at sights of toil and hazard, 
And make the impossibility they fear. 

Bowe. 
The brave man is not he who feels no fear ; 
r or that were stupid and irrational ; 
But he whose noble soul its fear subdues, 
And bravely dares the danger nature shrinks from. 

Joanna Baillie. 

l/naw d by power, and unappall'd by fear. 

Goldsmith. 
Let angry ocean to the sky 

In proud disdain his billows roll; 
'Let thunder to his threats reply — 
Fear is a stranger to my soul. 

Cobb. 



BRAVERY - COURAGE - FORTITUDE. 99 

What heart in either grim array- 
Throbs to the charge with wilder beat ? 

What ear so loves the trumpet's bray, 
That bids contending thousands meet ? 

Mrs. Holforp. 

Fate made me what I am — may make me nothing, — 

But either that or nothing must I be ; 

I will not live degraded. 

Byron's Sardanapalus* 

His breast with wounds unnumber'd riven, 
His back to earth, his face to heaven. 

Byron's Giaour 

As bold as Daniel in the lions' den. 

Byron's Don Juan. 
— The truly brave, 
When they behold the brave oppress'd with odds, 
Are touch'd with a desire to shield or save. 

Byron's Don Juan. 
It must have been 
A fearful pang that wrung a groan from him. 

Byron's Two Foscari. 
And the repress'd convulsion of the high 
And princely brow of his old father, which 
Broke forth in silent shudderings, tho' rarely, 
Or in some clammy drops, soon wiped away 
In stern serenity. 

Byron's Two Foscart 

— And the poor wretch mo v'd me 
More by his silence, than a thousand outcries 
Could have effected. 

Byron's Two Foscan, 

His blade is bared ; m him there is an air 
As deep,, but far too tranquil for despair ; 
A something of indifference, more than then 
Becomes the bravest, if they feel for men. 

Byron's Lara. 



1 00 BREVITY - BRIBERY, 

Commanding, aiding, animating all, 
Where foe appear'd to press, or friend to fall, 
* Cheers Lara's voice, and waves or strikes his steel, 
Inspiring hopes, himself had ceas'd to feel. 

Byron's Lara. 

And tho' I hope not hence unscath'd to go, 
Who conquers me, shall find a stubborn foe. 

Byron's English Bards, 4c 

There is a tear for all who die, 

A mourner o'er the humblest grave ; 
But Nations swell the funeral cry, 

And Triumph weeps above the brave. 

Byron. 

But each strikes singly, silently, and home, 
And sinks outwearied, rather than o'ercome ; 
His last faint quittance rendering with his breath, 
Till the blade glimmers in the grasp of death ! 

Byron's Corsair. 

They fought like brave men, long and well. 

Fitzgreen Halleck. 

Yet, it may be, more lofty courage dwells 

In one weak heart which braves an adverse fate, 

Than his, whose ardent soul indignant swells, 

Warm'd by the fight, or cheer'd through high debate. 

Mrs. Norton's Bream. 



BREVITY.— (See Conversation.) 



BRIBERY. — (See Avarici.) 



BRUTE -BUILDING -CALUMNY, &c. 101 

BRUTE. — (See Animal.) 



BUILDING. — See Architecture.) 



CALUMNY — DETRACTION — ENVY — SLANDER, &c 

No wound which warlike hand of enemy 

Inflicts with dint of sword, so sore doth light 
As doth the poisonous sting which infamy 

Infixeth in the name of noble wight ; 
For by no art, nor any leeches' might 
It ever can recured be again. 

Spenser's Fairy Queen. 
Who steals my purse, steals trash ; 't is something, nothing ; 
'T was mine, 't is his, and has been slave to thousands : 
But he, who filches from me my good name, 
Robs me of that which not enriches him, 
And makes me poor indeed. 

Shakspeare. 
Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, 
Thou shalt not escape calumny. 

Shakspeare. 
That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect ; 
For slander's mark was ever yet the fair; 
So thou be good, slander doth but approve 
Thy worth the greater. 

Shakspeare. 
Who stabs my name, would stab my person too, 
Did not the hangman's axe lie in the way. 

Crown. 
For envy doth invade 
Works brea hing to eternity, and cast 
Upon the fairest piece the greatest shade. 
9* Aleyn. 



1 02 CALUMNY - DETRACTION - ENVY - SLANDER, &c. 

So a wild Tartar, when he spies 
A man that's valiant, handsome, wise, 
If he can kill him, thinks t' inherit 
His w T it, his beauty, and his spirit; 
As if just so much he enjoy'd, 
As in another is destroy'd. 

Butler's Hudibras. 
Envy's a sharper spur than pay, 
And, unprovok'd, 'twill court the fray; 
No author ever spar'd a brother; 
Wits are gamecocks to one another. 



Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise, 
For envy is a kind of praise. 

Who praises Lesbia's eyes and features, 
Must call her sisters awkward creatures ; 
For the kind flattery 's sure to charm 
When we some other nymph disarm. 

Canst thou discern another's mind ? 
What is 't you envy ? Envy 's blind. 
Tell Envy, when she would annoy, 
That thousands want what you enjoy. 



Gay's Fables. 
Gay's Fables. 

Gay's Fables. 

Gay's Fables. 



Slander' d in vain, enjoy the spleen of foes ; 
Let these from envy hate — from interest those ! 
Guilt, like the first, your gratitude requires, 
Since none can envy till he first admires ; 
And nature tells the last his crime is none, 
Who to your interest but prefers his own. 

Aaron Hill* 
Envy will merit, as its shade, pursue ; 

But, like a shadow, proves the substance true. 

Pope's Essay on Criticam. 
Base envy withers at another's joy, 
And hates that excellence it cannot reach. 

Thomson's Seasons* 



CALUMNY - DETRACTION - ENVY - SLANDER, &c. I(W 

With that malignant envy, which grows pale 
And sickens, even if a friend prevail, 
Which merit and success pursues with hate, 
And damns the worth it cannot imitate. 

Churchill. 

For every thing contains within itself 
The seeds and sources of its own corruption ; 
The cankering rust corrodes the brightest steel ; 
The moth frets out your garment, and the worm 
Eats its slow way into the solid oak : 
But Envy, of all evil things the worst, 
The same to-day, to-morrow, and for ever, 
Saps and consumes + he heart in which it works. 

Cumberland's Menander. 
Yet even her tyranny had such a grace, 
The women pardon'd all, except her face. 

Byron's Don Juaru 
Curse the tongue 
Whence slanderous rumour, like the adder's drop, 
Distils her venom, withering friendship's faith, 
Turning love's favour. 



The ignoble mind 
Loves ever to assail with secret blow 
The loftier, purer beings of their kind. 

As a base pack of yelping hounds, 
Who wish their betters to annoy, 
If a stray cur enter their bounds, 

Will bruise and mangle and destroy; 
So they will on some plan unite, 
By which to vex him and to spite : 
His very virtues they will use 
As pretexts for their foul abuse. 



HlLLHOUSE. 



W. G. SIMMS. 



J. T. Watson. 



104 CANDOUR -CARE, &.c 

CANDOUR. — (See Artifice.) 



CARE — MELANCHOLY — GLOOM. 

Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, 
Sit like his grandsire, cut in alabaster ? 

ShAKSPEARE. 

Care that is enter'd once into the breast, 

Will have the whole possession, ere it rest, 

Ben Jonson, 

That spoils the dance of youthful blood, 

Strikes out the dimple from the cheek of mirth, 

And ev'ry smirking feature from the face, 

Branding our laughter with the name of madness. 

Blair's Grave. 

The spleen with sudden vapour clouds the brain, 

And binds the spirits in its heavy chain ; 

Howe'er the cause fantastic may appear, 

Th' effect is real and the pain sincere. 



Blackmore, 



But human bodies are sic fools, 
For a' their colleges and schools, 
That, when nae real ills perplex them, 
They mak enow themsels to vex them. 



Burns. 



If thou wilt think of moments gone, 

Of joys as exquisite as brief, 
Know, mem'ry, when she lingers on 

Past pleasure, turns it all to grief. 

From the Spanish — Bowring. 
Go, you may call it madness — folly — 

You shall not chase my gloom away; 
There's such a charm in melancholy, 

I would not, if I could, be gay ! 

Rogers. 



CARE - MELANCHOLY - GLOOM. 106 

Melancholy 
Sits on me as a cloud along the sky-, 
Which will not le* the sunbeams through, nor yet 
Descend in rain, and end ; but spreads itself 
'Tw"xt heav'n and earth, like Envy between man 
And man — and is an everlasting mist. 

Byron. 

And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 

'T is that I may not weep ; and if I weep, 
'T is that our nature cannot always bring 

Itself to apathy, which we must steep 
First in the icy depths of Lethe's spring, 

Ere what we least wish to behold will sleep. 

Byron's Don Juan. 

But can the noble mind for ever brood, 
The willing victim of a weary mood, 
On heartless cares that squander life away, 
And cloud young Genius bright'ning into day ? 

Campbell. 

'T was thus in Nature's bloom and solitude, 
He nurs'd his grief till nothing could assuage ; 

'Twas thus his tender spirit was subdued, 
Till in life's toils it could no more engage. 

Carlos Wilcox. 

Come, rouse thee, dearest : 't is not well 

To let the spirit brood 
Thus .darkly o'er the cares that swell 

Life's current to a flood. 
As brooks and torrents, rivers, all 
Increase the gulf in which they fall, 
Such thoughts, by gathering up the rills 
Of lesser griefs, spread real ills ; 
And with their gloomy shades conceal 
The ianimarks Hope would else reveaL 

Mrs. PiNNiEt. 



106 CARE - MELANCHOLY - GLOOM. 

Blame not, if oft, m melancholy mood, 

This theme too far such fancy hath pursued ; 

And if the soul, which high with hope should beat, 

Turns to the gloom} grave's unblest letreat. 

Robert Sands 
Oh ! it is hard to put the heart 

Alone and desolate away — 
To curi the lip in pride, and part 

With the kind thoughts of yesterday. 

N. P. Willis. 
Strange that the love-lorn heart will beat 

With rapture wide amid its folly ; — 
No grief so soft, no pain so sweet 

As love's delicious melancholy. 

Mrs. A. B. Welby. 

O ! dark is the gloom o'er my young spirit stealing ! 

Then why should I linger when others are gay ? — 
The smile that I wear, is but worn for concealing 

A heart, that is wasting in sadness away. 

Mrs. A. B. Welby. 
Alas, for my weary and care-haunted bosom ! 

The spells of the spring-time arouse it no more ; 
The song in the wildwood, the sheen in the blossom, 

The fresh-swelling fountain — their magic is o'er ! 
When I list to the stream, when I look on the flowers, 

They tell of the Past, with so mournful a tone, 
That I call up the throngs of my long-vanish'd hours, 

And sigh that their transports are over and gone. 

Willis Gaylord Clark. 
How vain a task, to wake my lyre 
To rapture's thrill, with passion's fire, 
While sorrow o'er my heart-strings plays, 
With trembling touch, her saddest lays ! 

Mrs. Osgood. 

Pale Care now sits enthron'd upon that cheek, 
vVhere rosy Health did erst her empire hold. 

J. T. Watson 



CAUTION -DISCRETION- PRUDENCE. 107 



CAUTION - - DISCRETION — PRUDENCE. 

But now, so wise and wary was the knight, 

By trial of his former harms and cares, 
That he decry'd, and shunned still his sight : 
The fish, that once was caught, new bait will hardly bite, 

Spenser's Fairy Queen. 

They, that fear the adder's sting, will not 
Come near his hissing. 

Chapman. 

Look forward what 's to come, and back what 's past ; 
Thy life will be with praise and prudence grac'd : 
What loss or gain may follow, thou may'st guess ; 
Thou then wilt be secure of the success. 

Demham. 
The better part of valour is discretion. 

Shakspeare 
When clouds are seen, wise men put on their cloaks. 

Shakspeari 
Prudence ! thou vainly in our youth art sought, 
And, with age purchas'd, art too dearly bought ;— 
We 're past the use of wit, for which we toil, 
Late fruit, and planted in too cold a soil. 



None pities him that's in the snare, 
And, warn'd before, would not beware. 

Man's caution often into danger turns, 

And his guard, falling, crushes him to death. 

He knows the compass, sail and oar, 
Or never launches from the shore; 
Before he builds computes the cost, 
And in no proud pursuit is los 



Dryden, 

Herrjck. 

Young. 



Gay's Fables. 



108 CELIBACY -CHASTITY. 

Would you, when thieves are known abroad, 
Bring forth your treasures in the road ? 
Would not the fool abet the stealth, 
Who rashly thus "expos'd his wealth ? 

Gay's Fables. 

The mouse, that always trusts to one poor hole, 
Can never be a mouse of any soul. 

PorE. 
All 's to be fear'd where all is to be lost. 

Byron's Werner. 



CELIBACY — CHASTITY. 

But earlier happy is the rose distill'd, 

Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, 

Grows, lives and dies in single blessedness. 



Chaste as the icicle 
That 's curdled by the frost of purest snow, 
And hangs on Dian's temple. 

Lady, you are the cruelest she alive, 

If you will lead those graces to the grave, 

And leave the world no copy. 



Shakspeare, 



Skakspeare, 



SlIAKSFEARE. 



So dear to heaven is saintly chastity, 
That when a soul is found sincerely so, 
A thousand liv'ried angels lacquey her, 
Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt. 

Mn ton's Comtis, 
Our Maker bids increase ; who bids abstain 
But our destroyer, foe to God and man ? 

Milton's Paradise Lost. 
There swims no goose so grey, but, soon or .ate, 
She finds some honest gander for a mate. 

Pops. 



CELIBACY - CHASTITY . l f 

Most wometi ^ weak resolves, like reeds, will fly, 
Snake with each oreath, and bend with every sigh ; 
Mine, like an oak whose firm roots deep descend, 
Nor breath of love can shake, nor sigh can bend. 

Gays Dione. 

When lovely woman stoops to folly, 

And finds too late that men betray, 
What charm can soothe her melancholy ? 

What art can wash her guilt away ?— 
The only way her guilt to cover, 

To hide her shame from every eye, 
To give repjntance to her lover, 

And wring his bosom — is to die, 

GimDSMITH. 

(f I am fair, 't is for myself alone ; 

I do not wish to have a sweetheart neai me, 
Nor would I call another's heart my own, 

Nor have a gallant lover to revere me ; 
For surely I would plight my faith to none, 

Though many an amorous cit might jump to hear me : 
For I have heard that lovers prove deceivers, 

When once they find that maidens are believers. 

From Michel Angelo* 

Her bosom was a soft retreat 

For love and love alone, 
And yet her heart had never beat 

To love's delicious tone. 
It dwelt within its circle, free 

From tender thoughts like these, 
W 7 aiting the little deity, 

As the blossom waits the breeze, 
Before it throws the leaves apait, 
And trembles, like the love-touch'd heart. 

Mrs. Amelia B. Welby 

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•10 CEREMONY - CHANCE - FORTUNE. 

For who would bear the whips and thorns of doubt, 
The oppressor's wrong, the old maid's contumely, 
The pangs of untold love, the priest's delay, 
The insolence of rivals, and the sneers 
That bachelors from womankind must take — 
But that the dread of something after marriage, 
That yet untried condition, from whose bonds 
No victim can be freed, puzzles the will, 
And makes us rather bear the life we have 
Than risk another that we know not of? 

J. T. Watsom 



CEREMONY. 

Ceremony was devised at first 

To set a gloss on faint deeds — hollow welcomes, 

Recanting goodness, sorry e'er 't is shown ; 

But where there is true friendship, there needs none. 

Shakspeare, 
Then Ceremony leads her bigots forth 
Prepar'd to fight for shadows of no worth ; 
While truths, on which eternal things depend, 
Find not, or hardly find, a single friend. 
As soldiers watch the signal of command, 
They learn to bow, to sit, to kneel, to stand ; 
Happy to fill religion's vacant place 
With hollow form, and gesture, and grimace. 

COWFER, 



CHANCE — FORTUNE. 

There is a tide in the affairs of men, 
That, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune , 
Omitted, all the voyage of their life 
Is bound in shallows and in miseries. 



Shakspkark 



CHANCE - FORTUNE. 1 1 1 

Will fortune never come with both hands full, 
But write her fair words still in foulest letters ? 
She either gives a stomach, and no food, — 
Such are the poor in health ; or else a feast, 
And takes away the stomach — such the rich, 
That nave abundance and enjoy it not. 

Shakspkarb. 

An eagle, towering in his pride of place, 
Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at, and kill'd. 

Shakspeare. 

Fortune, the great comman dress of the world, 

Hath divers ways to enrich her followers : 

To some she honour gives without deserving ; 

To other some, deserving without honour ; 

Some, wit — some, wealth — and some, wit without wealth ; 

Some, wealth without wit — some, nor wit nor wealth. 

Chapman. 
Let not one look of fortune cast you down ; 
She were not fortune, if she did not frown : 
Such as do braveliest bear her scorns awhile, 
Are those on whom at last she most will smile. 

Lord Orrery. 

Be juster, heav'ns ! such virtue punish'd thus, 
Will make us think that Chance rules all above, 
And shuffles, with a random hand, the lots 
Which men are forc'd to draw. 

Dryden. 

Alas ! the joys that fortune brings 

Are trifling, and decay, 
And those who prize the paltry things, 

More trilling still than they. 

Goldsmith. 

Fortune in men has some small difference made : 
One flaunts in rags, one flutters in brocade. 

Pope's Essay on Man* 



1 1 2 HANGE - VICISSITUDE. 

Fortune makes quick despatch, and in a day 
May strip you bare as beggary itself. 

Cumberland's Philemm 

All our advantages are those of fortune ; 
Birth, health, wealth, beauty, are her accidents ; 
And fortune can take nought save what she gives, 

Byron's Two Foscari* 
Oh, many a shaft, at random sent, 
Finds mark the archer little meant ; 
And many a word, at random spoken, 
May soothe or wound a heart that 's broken 

Scott 






CHANGE —VICISSITUDE. 

For all, that in this world is great or gay, 
Doth, as a vapour, vanish and decay. 

Spenser's Ruins of Time, 

Thus doth the ever-changing course of things 

Run a perpetual circle, ever turning; 
And that same day, that highest glory brings, 

Brings us unto the point of back-returning. 

DANIEIr. 

Is there no constancy in earthly things ? 
No happiness in us, but what must alter ? 
No life without the heavy load of fortune ? 
What miseries we are, and to ourselves ! 
Even then, when full content seems to sit by us, 
What daily sores and sorrows ! 

Beaumont and Fletcher. 
But yesterday the word of Caesar might 
Have stood against the w T orld ; now lies he there, 
And none so poor to do him reverence. 

SlIAKSPEARfi. 



CHANGE - VICISSITUDE. 1 13 

The time has been, when no harsh sounds would fall 
From lips that now may seem imbued with gall ; 
But now so callous grown, so chang'd since youth, 
I 've learn' d to think, and sternly speak the truth. 

Byron's English Bards, $*c 
Gone, glimm'ring thro' the dreams of things that were 
A schoolboy's tale — the wonder of an hour. 

Byron's Childe Harold* 
How chang'd since last her speaking eye 

Glanc'd gklness round the glitt'ring room; 
Where high-born men were proud to wait, 
Where beauty watch'd to imitate ! 

Byron's Parisina 

A minute past, and she had been all tears, 

And tenderness, and infancy ; but now 
She stood as one who champion'd human fears : — 

Pale, statue-like, and stern, she woo'd the blow. 

Byron's Bon Juan. 
Roses bloom, and then the}?- wither, 

Cheeks are bright, then fade and die ; 
Shapes of light are wafted hither, 

Then like visions hurry by. 

J. G. Percival. 

Ah me ! wha is there in earth's various range, 
Which time and absence may not sadly change ? 

Sands. 
But while the glitter charms our gazing eyes, 
Its wings are folded, and the meteor dies. 

Robert Treat Paink. 
Change is written on the tide, 
On the forest's leafy pride ; 
On the streamlet glancing bright, 
On the je well'd crown of night ;— 
AH, where'er the eye can rest, 
Show it legibly imprest 

Rev. J. H. Clinch, 
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U4 CHARACTER -DISPOSITION, &o. 

There are no birds in last year's nest. 

H. W. LoNGtfElXOW 

Your coldness I heed not, your frown I defy ; 
Your affection I need not — the time has gone by, 
When a blush or a smile on that cheek could beguile 
My soul from its safety, with witchery's wile. 

Mrs. Osgood* 
Oh ! what a change comes over that sad heart ! 

Where all was joyous, light, and free from care, 
All thoughts of peace do for a time depart, 

And yield to rage, and anguish, and despair ! 

J. T. Watson. 



CHARACTER — DISPOSITION, &c 

He was a man of rare, undoubted might, 

Famous throughout the world for warlike praise, 
And glorious spoils purchas'd in perilous fight ; 
Full many doughty knights he, in his days, 
Had done to death, subdued in equal frays. 

Spenser's Fairy Queen* 
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, 
Full of wise saws, and modern instances. 

Shakspeare. 

Who steals my purse, steals trash ; 't is something, nothing, 
'T was mine, 't is his, and has been slave to thousands ; 
But he, who filches from me my good name. 
Robs me of that which not enriches him, 
And makes me poor indeed. 



The purest treasure mortal times afford, 

Is spotless reputation ; that away, 

Men are but gilded loam, or painted day. 



SHAKSrEARB 



Shakspeare 



CHARACTER -DISPOSITION, &c. H& 

Gnats are unnotic'd, wheresoe'er they fly, 

But eagles gaz'd upon with ev'ry eye. 

Shakspeare 

fa an thy humours, whether grave or mellow, 

Thou'rt such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow, 

Hast so much wit and mirth, and spleen about thee, 

There is no living with thee, nor without thee. 

From Martial. 

With warlike sword, and sing-song lay, 

Equipp'd alike for feast or fray. 

Trumbull's McFingaL 

Though gay as mirth, as curious thought sedate ; 

As elegance polite, as power elate ; 

Profound as reason, and as justice clear ; 

Soft as compassion, yet as truth severe. 

Savage. 

Without, or with, offence to friends or foes, 
I sketch the world exactly as it goes. 

Byron's Don Juan. 

Cold-blooded, smooth-fac'd, placid miscreant. 

Byron's Don Juan. 
Here's a sigh for those who love me, 

And a smile for those who hate ; 
And, whatever sky 's above me, 
Here 's a heart for ev'ry fate. 

Byron. 
With more capacity for love, than earth 
Bestows on most of mortai mould and birth, 
His early dreams of good outstripp'd the truth, 
And troubled manhood follovv'd baffled youth. 

Byron's Lara. 
Quick in revenge, and passionately proud, 
His brightest hour still shone forth from a cloud ; 
And none conjecture on the next could form, — 
So play'd the sunbeam on the verge of storm. 

The New Timon. 



116 CHARITY. 

it was not mirth — for mirth she was too still ; 
It was not wit — wit leaves the heart more chill ; 
But that continuous sweetness, which with ease 
Pleases all round it, from the wish to please. 

The New Timon 
The dark grave, 
Which knows all secrets, can alone reclaim 
The fatal doubt once cast on woman's name. 

Hon. W. Herbert 
Devoted, anxious, generous, void of guile, 
And with her whole heart's welcome in her smile. 

Mrs. Norton, 



CHARITY. 

The secret pleasure of a generous act 
Is the great mind's great bribe. 

Dryden. 
In faith and hope the world will disagree, 
But all mankind's concern'd in charity ; 
All must be false, that thwart this one great end ; 
And all of God, that bless mankind, or mend. 

Pope's Essay on Man 
There are, while human miseries abound, 
A thousand ways to waste superfluous wealth, 
Without one fool or flatterer at our board, 
Without one hour of sickness or disgust. 

Armstrong, 
Let shining Charity adorn your zeal, 
The noblest impulse generous minds can feel. 

Aaron Hill. 
The truly generous is the truly wise ; 
And he, w ho loves not others, lives unblest. 

Home s Douglass, 



CHASTITY - CHEERFULNESS - MIRTH, &c 1 H 

And learn the luxury of doing good. 

Goldsmith's Traveller 
True chanty, a plant divinely nurs'd, 
Fed by the love from which it rose at first, 
Thrives against hope, and, in the rudest scene ; 
Storms but enliven its unfading green ; 
Exuberant in the shadow it supplies, 
Its fruit on earth, its growth above the skies. 

COWPER. 

The drying up a single tear has more 

Of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore. 

Byron's Don Juan. 
Unfee'd, the calls of nature she obeys, 
Not led by profit, nor allur'd by praise. x 

Crabbe. 
Would' st thou from sorrow find a sweet relief, 
Or is thy heart oppress'd with woe untold ? 
Balm would'st thou gather for corroding grief? — 
Pour blessings round thee, like a shower of gold. 

Carlos Wilcox. 
The ear, inclin'd to ev'ry voice of grief, 
The hand that op'd spontaneous to relief, 
The heart, whose impulse stay'd not for the mi id 
To freeze to doubt what Charity enjoin'd, 
But sprang to man's warm instinct for mankind 

The New Timon 



CHASTITY. — (See Celibacy.) 



CHEERFULNESS — MIRTH — SMILE, &c. 

A merrier man, 
Within the limits of becoming mirth, 
I neve* spent an hour's talk withal. 

Shakspears, 



i 18 CHEEEFULNESS - MIRTH - SMILE, &c 

And therein sate a lady, fresh and fair, 

Making sweet solace to herself alone , 
Sometimes she sung as loud as lark in air, 

Sometimes she laugh'd that nigh her breath was goiif 
Yet was there not with her else any one, 

That to her might move cause of merriment ; 
Matter of mirth enough, though there was none, 

She could divine ; and thousand ways invent 

To feed her foolish humour and vain jolliment. 

Spenser's Fairy Queen 

Which, when I saw rehears'd, I must confess, 
Made my eyes water, but more merry tears 
The passion of loud laughter never shed. 

Shakspeare 

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come, 
And let my liver rather heat with wine, 
Than my heart cool with mortifying gloom. 

Shakspeare 
Fantastic, frolicsome, and wild, 
With all the trinkets of a child. 

Cotton 
And the loud laugh, that spoke the vacant mind. 

Goldsmith 
In short, so provoking a devil was Dick, 
That we wish'd him full ten times a day at Old Nick; 
But, missing his mirth and agreeable vein, 
As often we wish'd to have Dick back again. 

Goldsmith's Retaliation* 

Rare compound of oddity, frolic and fun, 
Wnc relish'd a joke, and rejoic'd in a pun. 

Goldsmith's Retaliation, 

Full well they laugh'd, with counterfeited glee, 
At all his jokes, for many a joke had he. 

Goldsmith's Deserted HUagp, 



CHEERFULNESS - MIRTH SMILE, &c. I i^ 



Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, 

As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. 

Sport, that wrinkled Care derides, 
And Laughter, holding both his sides. 

Lively and gossiping, 
Stor'd with the treasures of the tattling world, 
And with a spice of mirth too. 



Pope. 



Milton 



Cowper. 



Nor purpose gay, 
Amusement, dance, or song, he sternly sees, 
For happiness and true philosophy 
Are of the social, still, and smiling kind. 

Thomson's Seasons. 
For ever foremost in the ranks of fun, 
The laughing herald of the harmless pun. 

Byron. 
Not oft to smile descendeth he, 
And when he does, 'tis sad to see * 
That he but mocks at misery. 

Byron's Giaow 
And yet, methinks, the older that one grows, 
Inclines us more to Jaugh than scold, tho' laughter 
Leaves us so doubly serious shortly after. 

Byron's Bepn 
He is so full of pleasing anecdote, 
So rich, so gay, so poignant in his wit, 
Time vanishes before him as he speaks. 

Joanna Baillib 
Were it not worse than vain, to close our eyes 

Unto the azure sky and golden light, 
Because the tempest-cloud doth sometimes rise, 
And glorious davs must darken into night? 

Douglas Jerrold's Magazint, 



IW CHEERFULNESS - MIRTH - SMILE, &c 

See how the day beameth brightly before us ! 

Blue is the firmament, green is the earth ; 
Grief hath no voice in the universe chorus; 

Nature is ringing with music and mirth. 
Lift up thy eyes, that are looking in sadness ; 

Gaze ! and, if beauty can rapture thy soul, 
Virtue herself shall allure thee to gladness — 

Gladness ! philosophy's guardian and goal. 

From the German. 

But then her face, 
So lovely, yet so arch — so full of mirth, 
The overflowing of an innocent heart ; — 
It haunts me still, though many a year has fled, 
Like some wild melody. 

Rogers' Italy. 
Light be thy heart ! why should'st thou keep 

Sadness within its secret cells ? 
Let not thine eye one tear-drop weep, 
Unless that tear of rapture tells. 

Mrs. A B. Welby 

It gives to beauty half its power, 

The nameless charm, worth all the rest — 
The light that. dances o'er a face, 

And speaks of sunshine in the breast. 
If beauty ne'er have set her seal, 

It will supply her absence too, 
And many a cheek looks passing fair, 

Because a merry heart shines through. 



How beautiful the smile 
On beauty's brow, in beauty's eye, 
When not one token lingers nigh, 
On lip, or eye, or cheek unbidden, 
To tell of anguish vainly hidden! 

J. G. W HITTIM 



CHILDHOOD - YOUTH. 

But Oh, there is a smile, which steals 
Sometimes upon the brow of care, 

And, like the north's cold light, reveals 
But gathering darkness there ! 



121 



J. G. Whittier, 



Joy, like the zephyr that flies o'er the flower, 
Rippling into it fresh fairness each hour, — 
Joy has wav'd o'er thee his sun-woven wing, 
And dimpled thy cheek like the roses of spring. 

Mrs. OsgooDc 
Tell me not, in mournful numbers, 

Life is but an empty dream ! 
For the soul is dead that slumbers, 

And things are not what they seem. 

H. W. Longfellow. 

A little nonsense, now and then, 
Is relish'd by the best of men. 



CHILDHOOD — YOUTH. 

For youth no less becomes 
The light and careless livery that it wears, 
Than settled age his sables, and his weeds 
Importing health and graveness. 

Shakspeare 

I '11 serve his youth, for youth must have its course, 
For being restrain'd it makes him ten times worse ; 
His pride, his riot, all that may be nam'd, 
By time 's recalTd, and all his madness tam'd. 

Shakspeare. 
The whining school-boy with his satchel, 
And shining morning face, creeping like snail 
Unwillingly to school. 

Shakspeare. 
U 



1 22 CHILDHOOD - YOUTH. 

Delightful task ! to rear the tender thought, 
To teach the young idea how to shoot, 
To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind, 
To breathe the enlivening spirit, and to fix 
The generous purpose in the glowing breast ! 

Thomson's Season*. 

Gather the rose-buds while ye may, 

Old time is still a-flying, 
And that same flower that blooms to-day 

To-morrow shall be dying. 



Herrick, 



Something of youth I in old age approve ; 
But more the marks of age in youth I love 
Who this observes may in his body find 
Decrepit age, but never in his mind. 

Intemperate youth, by sad experience found, 
Ends in an age imperfect and unsound. 



Denham. 



Denham. 



Youth is ever apt to judge in haste, 

And lose the medium in the wild extreme. 

Aaron Hill. 

Young men soon give and soon forget affronts ; 
Old age is slow in both. 

Addison's Cato* 

Happy the school-boy ! did he know his bliss, 
'T were ill exchang'd for all the dazzling gems 
That gaily sparkle in ambition's eye : 
His are the joys of nature, his the smile, 
The cherub smile of innocence and health, 
Sorrow unknown, or, if a tear be shed, 
He wipes it soon. 

Knox 
By sports like these are all their ^ ares beguil'd ; 
The sports of children satisfy the child. 

Goldsmith. 



CHILDHOOD - YOUTH. 123 

The tear down childhood's cheeL that flows, 
Is like the dew-drop on the rose ; 
When next the summer breeze comes by, 
And waves the bush, the flower is dry. 

Scott's Roktby. 
There still are many rainbows in your sky, 

But mine are vanish'd. All, when life is new, 
Commence with feelings warm and prospects high, 
But Time strips our illusions of their hue. 

Byron's Bon Juan. 
A lovely being, scarcely form'd or moulded, 
A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded 

Byron's Bon Juan. 
Sweet be thy cradled slumbers ! O'er the sea 
And from the mountains where I now respire, 
Fain would I waft such blessings upon thee, 
As with a sigh I deem'd thou mightst have been to me. 

Byron's Childe Harold. 
The helpless look of blooming infancy. 

Byron's Childe Harold. 
Full swells the deep pure fountain of young life. 

Byron's Childe Harold. 
Oh mirth and innocence ! Oh milk and water ! 
Ye happy mixtures of more happy days ! 

Byron's Beppo. 
A little curly-headed good-for-nothing, 
And mischief-making monkey from his birth. 

Byron's Bon Juan. 
The babe, 
Who, capable of no articulate sound, 
Mars all things with his imitative lisp. 

Rogers. 
Thine was the shout ! the song ! the burst of joy ! 

Which sweet from childhood's rosy lip resoundeth ; 
Thine was the eager spirit nought could cloy, 

And the glad heart from which all grief reboundeth. 

Mrs. Norton. 



124 



CHIVALRY. 



The j 01 ng ! Oh ! what should wandering fancy bring, 
In life's first spring-time, but the thoughts of spring 1— 
Wor.d without winter, blooming amaranth bowers, 
Garlands of brightness, wreath'd from changeless flowers? 

Mrs. Norton's Dream 
It lay upon its mother's breast, a thing 

Bright as a dew-drop when it first descends, 
Or as the plumage of an angel's wing, 

Where every tint of rainbow beauty blends. 

Mrs. A. B. Welby. 
I sported in my tender mother's arms, 

I rode a-horseback on my father's knee ; 
Alike were sorrows, passions and alarms, 

And gold, and Greek, and love, unknown to me. 

Longfellow — From the Banish. 
Oh ! what a world of beauty fades away 
With the wing'd hours of youth ! 



Dawes* Geraldine. 



Our early days !— How often back 
We turn on life's bewildering track 
To where, o'er hill and valley, plays 
The sunlight of our early days ! 



W. D. Gallagher. 



CHIVALRY. 

^ Most fair, 
Will you vouchsafe to teach a soldier terms. 
Such as will enter at a lady's ear. 
And plead his love-suit to her gentle heart ? 

I do not think a braver gentleman, 
More active-valiant, or more valiant-young, 
More daring, or more noble, is now alive, 
To grace this latter age with noble deeds. 



Shakspears 



Shakspeare. 



\ 



CHURCB- CLERGY, &c. 

Could deeds my heart discover, 
Could valour gain your charms, 

I 'd prove myself a lover 
Againsi a world in arms. 

A form more active, light and strong, 
Ne'er shot the ranks of war along ; 
The modest, yet the manly mien, 
Might grace the court of maiden queen. 



I2f< 



Old Song, 



Scot*, 



CHURCH — CLERGY, &c. 

Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, 

Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven, 

Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless libertine, 

Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, 

And recks not his own road. 

Shakspearb. 

He could raise scruples dark and nice, 

And, after, solve 'em in a trice ; 

As if divinity had catch'd 

The itch on purpose to be scratch'd. 

Butler's Hudibras* 

The proud he tam'd, the penitent he cheer'd, 
Nor to rebuke the rich offendei *ear*d ; 
His preaching much, but more his practice wrought 
A living sermon of the truths he taught 

Dryden. 
At church with meek and unaffected grace, 
His looks adorr 'd the venerable place ; 
Truth from his Jips prevail'd with double sway, 
And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to pray. 

Goldsmith's Deserted Village* 
Such vast impressions aid his sermons make. 
He always kept his flock awake. 

Dr. Wolcot's Peter Pindar* 
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I W Clf ^ AR - SMOKING. 

I venerate the man whose heart is warm, 

Whose hands are pure, whose doctrines and whose life 

Coincident, exhibit lucid proof 

That he is honest in the sacred cause. 



Cowper's Task 



Some go to church just for a walk, 
Some go there to laugh and talk, 
Some go there the time to spend, 
Some go there to meet a friend, 
Some go to learn the parson's name, 
Some go there to wound his fame, 
Some go there for speculation, 
Some go there for observation, 
Some go there to doze and nod, 
But few go there to worship God 



CIGAR — SMOKING. 

In mind compos'd, he sucks : thick curling clouds 
Of smoke around his reeking temples play. 
Joyous he sits, and, impotent of thought, 
Puffs away rare and sorrow from his heart. 

SOMERVILE. 

Thy quie'; spirit lulls the lab'ring brain, 

Lures back to thought the nights of vacant mirth ; 
Consoles the mourner, soothes the couch of pain, 

And breathes contentment round the humble hearth ; 
While savage warriors, soften'd by thy breath, 
Unbind the captive Hate had doom'd to death. 

Rev. Walter Jolton. 
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, 

In learned doctors' spite ; 
Thy clouds all other clouds dispel, 

And lap me in delight 

Charles Sprague* 



CLERG Y - CLOUDS - STORM, &c. 1 23 

Farewell ! I've yet one solace left, which cheers my lonely 

hearth, 
And in that thought a thousand hopes are springing into 

birth : 
How beautiful the vision comes, amidst life's gath'nng 

cares, 
In shape — a champagne bottle, and a box of fine cigars ! 

J. C. M'Cabb. 



CLERGY.— (See Church.) 



CLOUDS — STORM — WEATHER, ^. 

The clouds consign their treasures to the fields, 
And, softly shaking on the dimpled pool 
Prelusive drops, let all their moisture flow, 
In large effusion o'er the freshen'd world. 

Thomson's Seasons 
Oh night, 
And storm, and darkness ! ye are wondrous strong, 

Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light 
Of a dark eye in woman. Far along 

From peak to peak, the rattling crags among, 
Leaps the live thunder. 

Byron's Childe Harold 

How the giant element, 
From rock to rock, leaps with delirious bound ! 

Byron's Childe Harold, 
The storm howl'd madly o'er the sea, 

The clouds their thunder anthems sang, 
And billows, rolling fearfully, 

In concert with the whirlwind rang. 

Rev. J. N. Maffit, 



128 COMPANY - COMPASSION - CONCEALMENT. Sao. 

How calm, how beautiful comes on 
The stilly hour, when storms are gone ; 
When warring winds have died away, 
And clouds, beneath the glancing ray, 
Melt off, and leave the land and sea 
Sleeping in bright tranquillity ! 

Moore's Lalla Bookfk 

In pomp transcendant, rob'd in heav'nly dyes, 
Arch'd the clear rainbow round the orient skies. 

Dr. D wight 
Far on the utmost verge of that huge dome, 
Which rears its ether arch above the world. 

T. D. English. 
The sky grew darker. Soon came booming on 

The deep-voic'd thunder, whilst at distance roll'd 
The wild winds' dirge-like, and yet tempest tone ; 
And lightning's evanescent sheets of gold 
Burst, in their anger, from the cloud's huge fold. 

T. D. English. 
The wintry blast, 
With sound terrific, rushes wildly past. 



COMPANY. — (See Associates.) 



COMPASSION. — (See Forgiveness.) 



CONCEALMENT — SECRESY. 

A murderous guilt shows not itself more soon 

Than love that would seem hid : love's night is noon. 

SlIAKSPEARK 



CONCEALMENT - SECRESY. 129 

\ 

She never told her love ; 
But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, 
Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought, 
And sat, like Patience on a monument, 
Smiling at grief. 

Shakspeark* 
I will believe 
Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know ; 
And so far will I trust thee. 



A secret in his mouth 
Is like a wild bird put into a cage, 
Whose door no sooner opens, but 't is out. 



Shakspeare. 



Ben Jonson. 



What torment 's equal to the grief of mind, 

And pining anguish hid in gentle heart, 
That inly feeds itself with thought unkind, 

And nourishes its own consuming smart ? 

Spenser's Fairy Queen. 

Search not to find what lies too deeply hid ; 
Nor to know things whose knowledge is forbid. 



Deniiam. 



I have a silent sorrow here, 
A grief I '11 ne'er impart ; 

It breathes no sigh, it sheds no tear, 
Yet it consumes my heart. 



Sheridan. 



And if she met him, tho' she smil'd no more, 

She looked a sadness sweeter than her smile, 
As if her heart had deeper thoughts in store, 
She must not own, but cherisfi'd more the while. 

Byron's Don Juan* 
In that corroding secresy, which gnaws 
The heart to show the effect, but not the cause. 

Byron's Lara 



130 CONFESSION. 

And there were sighs, the deeper for suppression, 
And stolen glances,*eweeter for the theft, 

And burning blushes, tho' for no transgression, 
Tremblings when met, and restlessness when left. 

Byron's Don Juan 

I think that all the world are grown anonymous, 

Since no one cares to tell us what he's call'd. 

Byron's Werner 

In many ways does the full heart reveal 

The presence of the love it would conceal. 

COLERIDGE . 



CONFESSION 

I know not why 
I love this youth ; and I have heard you say, 
Love's reason's without reason. 

Shakspeare. 
I blush to think what I have said — 
But fate has wrested the confession from me ; — 
Go on, and prosper in the paths of honour ; 
Thy virtue will excuse my passion for thee, 
And make the gods propitious to our love. 

Addison's Cato* 
Well did 1 I mark the new-born passion grow, 
Which my heart beat responsive at perceiving. 

A. Sketon 
As letters some hand has invisibly trac'd, 

When held to the flame, will steal out to the sight; 
So, many a feeling that long seem'd effac'd, 

The warmth of a meeting like this brings to light. 

Moore, 
A light comes o'er me from those looks of love, 
Like the first dawn of mercy from above. 

Moors. 



CONFIDENCE -CONSCIENCE - DUTY. 13) 

I admit you are handsome, — but still, I should guess. 

That others are handsome as you ; 
I've heard you call'd charming, — but you must confess 

That all things we hear are not true : 
You think me the slave of your charms ; — I allow 

That in graces but few are abovfc you ; 
Yet, charming and fair as I see you, I vow 

That — I cannot deny it — I love you ! 

J. T. Watson. 



CONFIDENCE. 

Thy words convince me ; all my doubts are vanish'd. 

iEscHYLus' Agamemnoru 

Be thou as just and gracious unto me, 
As I am confident and kind to thee. 

Shakspeare. 

Let mutual joy our mutual trust combine, 
And love, and love-born confidence, be thine ! 

Dryden 

Thou know'st how fearless is my trust in thee. 

Miss L. E. Landon. 
Amidst the dull cares that surround us in life, — 

In the moments of bliss that illumine our way, — 
When the bosom is torn with contention and strife, 

Or thrill'd with delight at the scenes we survey, — 
Oh ! blest is the man, who can freely repose 
In the heart of a friend all his joys and his woes ! 

J. T. Watson. 



CONSCIENCE — DUTY. 

Whnes trembling horror did his conscience daunt, 
And hellish anguish did his soul assail. 

SPENSEB 



132 - CONSCIENCE - DUTY. 

A peace above all other dignities 
A still and quiet conscience. 

Shakspeare. 

My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, 
And every tongue brings in a several tale, 
And every tale condemns me for a vJlain 

Shakspearb 
Oh ! I have past a miserable night ! 
So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, 
That as I am a Christian faithful man, 
I would not spend another such a night, 
Though 't were to buy a world of happy days ! 

Shakspeare. 
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind ; 
The thief doth fear each bush an officer. 

Shakspeare. 

Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just ; 
And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, 
Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted. 

Shakspeare. 
Leave her to heaven, 
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, 
To prick and sting her. 

Shakspeare 

Now conscience wakes despair, 
That slumber'd ; wakes the bitter memor}' 
Of what he was, what is, and what must be 
Worse, if worse deeds, worse sufferings must ensue. 

Milton's Paradise Lost, 
He that has light within his own clear breast, 
May sit i' the centre, and enjoy bright day ; 
But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts, 
Benighted walks under the mid-day sun ; 
Himself is his own dungeon. 

Milton's Comu* 



CONSCIENCE- DUTY. 133 

Why should not conscience have vacation, 
As well as other courts o' the nation? 
Have equal power to adjourn, 
Appoint appearance, and return? 

Butler's Hudibrat 

'Tis ever thus 
With noble minds ; if chance they slide to folly, 
Remorse stings deeper, and relentless conscience 
Pours more of gall into the bitter cup 
Of their severe repentance. 



Here, here it lies ; a lump of lead by day ; 
And in my short, distracted, nightly slumbers, 
The hag that rides my dreams. 



Mason 



Dryden, 



One self-approving hour whole years outweighs 
Of stupid starers, and of loud huzzas, 
And more true joy Marcellus exiled feels, 
Than Caesar with the Senate at his heels. 

Pope's Essay on Man, 

He 's arm'd without, that 's innocent within. 

Pope 
Knowledge or wealth to few are given, 
But mark how just the ways of heaven : 

True joy to all is free. 
Nor wealth nor knowledge grant the boon, 
*T is thine, O Conscience ! thine alone — 

It all belongs to thee. 

f MlCKLE, 

Oh conscience ! conscience ! man's most faithful friend. 
Him canst thou comfort, ease, relieve, defend ; 
But if he will thy friendly checks forego, 
Thou art, Oh woe for me ! his deadliest foe ! 

Crabbe 

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124 CONSCIENCE - DUTY. 

Conscience, what art thou ? thou tremendous powei ! 

Who dost inhabit us without our leave, 

And art within ourselves, another self, 

A master self, that loves to domineer, 

And treat the monarch frankly as i he slave ? 

Young's Brothers. 
Who does the best his circumstance allows, 
Does well, acts nobly — angels could no more. 

Young's Night Thoughts, 
The sly informer minutes ev'ry fault, 
And her dread diary with horror fills. 

Young's Night Thoughts. 
There is no future pang, 
Can deal that justice on the self-condemn'd. 
He deals on his own soul. 

Byron's Manfred* 
Though thy slumbers may be deep. 
Yet thy spirit shall not sleep ; 
There are shades that will not vanish, 
There are thoughts thou c&nst not banish. 

Byron's Manfred. 
My solitude is solitude no more, 
But peopled with the furies. 

Byron's Manfred. 
A quiet conscience makes one so serene ! 
Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded 
That all the apostles would have done as they did. 

Byron'? Dor. Juan, 
But., at sixteen, the conscience rarely gnaws 
So much, as when we call our old debts m 
At sixty years and draw the* account of evil, 
And find a deuced balance with the devil. 

Bvron's Bon Juan. 
So much the better : — I may stand alone, 
But would not change my free-will for a throne. 

Byron's Don Juan. 



CONSCIENCE - DUTi . 13ff 

No ear can hear, no tongue can tell 
The tortures of that inward hell ! 

Byron'? Gtaour. 
The conscience fierce, 
Awak'ning without wounding the touch'd heart. 

Byron's Childe Harold, 
Yet still there whispers the small voice within, 
Heard thro' gain's silence, and o'er glory's din ; 
Whatever creed be taught, or land be trod, 
Man's conscience is the oracle of God. 

Byron's Island, 
That savage spirit, which would lull by wrath 
Its desperate escape from duty's path; 
For ne'er can man his conscience ail assuage, 
Unless he drain the wine of passion — rage. 

Byron's Island, 
Not all the glory, all the praise, 
That decks the prosperous hero's days, 
The shout of men, the laurel crown, 
The pealing echoes of renc \vn, 
May conscience's dreadful sentence drown. 

Mrs. Holford. 
Possessions vanish, and opinions change, 
And passion holds a fluctuating seat, 
But, subject neither to eclipse nor wane, 
Duty remains. 

Wordsworth. 
Trust me, no tortures whicl" the poets feign 
Can match the fierce, the unutterable pain 
He feels, who, night and day devoid of rest, 
Carries his own accuser in his breast. 

Gifford's Juvenal. 
How awful is that hour when conscience stings 

The hoary wretch, who on his death-bed hears, 
Deep in his soul, the thundering voice that wrings, 
In one dark, damning moment, crimes of years ! 

J G. Percivai. 



130 CONSENT -REFUSAL. 

This kills his pleasure all the day, 

This thought destroys his nightly rest ; 
Go where he will, 't is in his way, 

To him a loathsome, hated pest. 

J. T. Watsom, 



CONSENT — REFUSAL. 

I cannot love him: 
Yet 1 suppose him virtuous, know him noble, 
Of great estate, of fresh and stainless youth, 
In voices well divulg'd, learned, and valiant, 
And, in dimensions and the shape of nature, 
A gracious person : but yet I cannot love him. 

Shakspeare, 
Do I not in plainest truth 
Tell you — I do not, nor I cannot love you ? 

Shakspeare, 
He might have took his answer long ago. 

Shakspeare. 
Repulse upon repulse met ever — 
Yet gives not o'er, tho' desperate of success. 

Milton. 
If you oblige me suddenly to choose, 
My choice is made — and I must you refuse. 

Take my esteem, if you on that can live ; 
But, frankly, sir, 't is all I have to give 

Love is not in our power, 
Nay, what seems stranger, is not in our choice ; 
We only love where fate ordains we should, 
And, blindly fond, oft slight superior merit. 

Frowdk. 
Twas whisper'd balm — 't was sunshine spoken ! 

Moors 



Dryden. 



Dryden 



CONSTANCY - INCONSTANCY 137 

I strove not to resist so sweet a flame, 

But gloried in a happy captive's name ; 

Nor wouid I now, would love permit, be free ! 

Lord Lyttletoji 

My heart with lore is beating, 

Transported by your eyes; 
Alas! there's no retreating, 

In vain a captive flies. 

I've rich ones rejected, and fond ones denied, 
But, take me, fond shepherd, — I 'm thine. 

McNeil. 

Oh, do not talk to me of love, 

'Tis deepest cruelty to me — 
Why throw a net around the bird 

That might be happy, light and free ? 

Westmacott. 

Now what could artless Jennie do ? 

She had na' will to say him na' ; 
At length she blush'd a sweet consent, 

And Jove was ay between them twa. 



She half consents, who silentlv denies. 



Burns 
Ovid 



CONSTANCY — INCONSTANCY. 

O heaven ! were man 
But constant he were perfect ; that one error 
Pills him with faults ; makes him run through all sins. 

SllAKSPEARE, 

1 am constant as the northern star, 

Of whose true, fix'd, and resting quality 

There is no fellow in the firmament. 

Shakspfare. 
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138 CONSTANCY - INCONSTANCY. 

Go, bid the needle its dear North forsake, 

To which with trembling reverence it doth bend; 

Go, bid the stones a journey upwards make ; 
Go, bid th' ambitious flames no more ascend ; 

And when these false to their old motions prove, 

Then w T ill 1 cease thee, thee alone to love. 

CoWLE* 

Perhaps this cruel nymph w r ell knows to feign 
Forbidding speech, coy looks, and cold disdain, 
To raise his passion : Such are female arts, 
To hold in safer snares inconstant hearts. 

Gay's Diont. 

True constancy no time, no power can move, 

He that hath known to change, ne'er knew to love. 

Gay's Dione. 

Yes, let the eagle change his plume, 
The leaf its hue, the flower its bloom, 
But ties around that heart were spun, 
Which would not, could not be undone. 

Campbell. 

Sooner shall the blue ocean melt to air, 

Sooner shall earth resolve itself to sea, 
Than I resign thine image, Oh my fair! 

Or think of any thing, excepting thee. 

Byron's Don Juan* 

Love bears within itself the very germ 

Of change ; and how should this be otherwise ? 

That violent things more quickly find a term 
Is shown through nature's whole analogies. 

Byron's Don Jua?* 

Then fare thee well — I 'd rather make 
My bower upon some icy lake, 
When thawing suns begin to shine. 
Than trust to love so false as thine \ 

Moors 



CONSTANCY -INCONSTANCY. 139 

Oh, the heart, that has truly lov'd, never forgets, 

But as truly loves on to the close, 
As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets. 

The same look which she turn'd when he rose. 



Sweetest love ! I '11 not forget thee ' 
Time shall only teach my heart 

Fonder, warmer to regret thee, 
Lovely, gentle as thou art ! 



AIOOBE. 



Moore. 



There are three things a wise man will not trust: 
The wind, the sunshine of an April day, 
And woman's plighted faith. 

* SOUTIIEY. 

Tell her I Ml love her while the clouds drop rain, 
Or while there 's water in the pathless main- 



Think not, beloved, time can break 
The spell around us cast, 

Or absence from my bosom take 
The memory of the past. 



The love that is kept in the beauty of trust, 
Cannot pass like the foam from the seas, 
Or a mark that the finger hath trae'd in the dust, 
Where 'tis swept by the breath of the breeze. 

Mrs. Amelia B. Welby. 
The mountain rill 
Seeks, with no surer flow, the far, bright sea, 
Than my unchang'd affection flows to thee. 

Park Benjamin. 
Love, constant love ! 

Age cannot quench it — like the primal ray 
From the vast fountain that supplies the day, 

Fir, far above 
Our cloud-encircled region, it will flow 
As pure and as eternal in its glow. 

Park Benjamin 



140 



CONSTANCY - INCONSTANCY. 



I lov'd thee in thy spring-time's blushing hour, — 
I lov'd thee in thy summer's riperfd noon — 

I lov'd thee in the blossom, bud, and flower — 
The tear of April, and the smile of June :— 

Fear not, then, fear not any hour will see 

The heart grow cold that ever beats for thee I 



With a kiss my vow was greeted 

As I knelt before thy shrine; 
But I saw that kiss repeated ft 

On another lip than mine : 
And a solemn vow was spoken 

That thy heart should not be chang d ; 
But that binding vow was broken, 

And thy spirit was estrang'd. 

J. O. ROCKWELL 

Though youth be past, and beauty fled, 

The constant heart its pledge redeems, 
Like box that guards the flowerless bed, 



And brighter from the contrast seems. 



Mrs. S. J. Hale. 



Thou art fickle as the sea, 

Thou art wandering as the wind, 

And the restless, ever-mounting flames 
Are not more hard to bind. 

Inconstant ! are the waters so 

That fell in showers on hill and plain, 

Then, tired of what they find below, 
Ride on the sunbeams back again ? 

There is nothing but death 

Our affection can sever, 
And till life's latest breath 

Love shall bind us for ever. 



W. C. Bryant 



J. G. PercivaIc 



CONTEMPLATION - REFLECTION. . 141 

Where'er thou journeyest, or whate'er thy care, 
My heart shall f jliovv, and my spirit share. 

Mrs. L. H. Sigourney 
The finger of love, on my innermost heart, 

Wrote thy name, O adored ! when my feelings were young 
And the record shall 'bide till my sou! shall depart, 
And the darkness of death o'er my being be flung. 

W. H. Burleigh. 



CONTEMPLATION — REFLECTION. 

Thus ev'ry object of creation 
Can furnish hints for contemplation, 
And, from the most minute and mean, 
A virtuous mind can morals glean. 

Gay's Fables. 

'T is greatly wise to talk with our past hours, 

And ask them what report they've borne to heaven, 

And how they might have borne more welcome news. 

Young's Night Thoughts, 
A soul without reflection, like a pile 
Without inhabitant, to ruin runs. 

Young's Night Thoughts. 
Thanks to the human heart, by which we live, 

Thanks to its tenderness, its joys and fears, 
To me the meanest flower that blows can give 

Thoughts, that do often lie too deep for tears. 

WORDSWOFTH 

Mount on Contemplation's wings, 
And mark the causes and the ends of things ; 
Learn what we are, and for what purpose born, 
What station here 't is given us to adorn ; 
How best, to biend security with ease, 
And win our way thro' lifeV tempestuous seas. 

Gifford's PerseM 



1455 CONTEMPT - SCORN. 

It is fine 
To stand upon some lofty mountain thought, 
And feel the spirit stretch into a view. 

Bailey's Fentut 

Within the deep, 

Still chambers of the heart, a spectre dim, 
Whose tones are like the wizard voice of Time, 
Heard from the tombs of ages, points its cold 
And solemn finger to the beautiful 
And holy visions that have past away, 
And left no shadow of their loveliness 
On the dead waste of life. 

George D. Prentick. 



CONTEMPT — SCORN. 

Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her ey^s. 

Shakspeare. 
Infamous wretch ! 

So much below my scorn, I dare not kill thee ! 

Dryden. 
He hears 

On all sides, from innumerable tongues, 
A dismal, universal hiss, the sound 
Of public scorn. 

Milton's Paradise Lost 
Derision shall strike thee forlorn, 

A mock'ry that never shall die ; 
The curses of hate, and the hisses of scorn, • 

Shall burthen the winds of the sky ; 
And, proud o'er thy ruin, for ever be hurl'd, 
The laughter of triumph, the 'eers of the world. 

Byron 
Thou may'st from law, but not from scorn escape ; 
The pointed finger, cold, averted eye, 
Insulted virtue's hiss — thou canst not fly. 

Charles Sprague 



CONTENTxMENT - DISCONTENT. l& 

Pardon is for men, 
And not for reptiles — we have none for Steno, 
And no resentment; things tike him must sting, 
And highei beings suffer ; 't is the charter 
Of Lie. r I he man, who dies by the adder's pang, 
May have .he crawler crush'd, but feels no anger : 
'T was the worm's nature ; and some men are worms 
In soul, more than the living things of tombs 

Byrons Marino Faliero 
And would'st thou turn, 
Like one contemn'd, to seek for more contempt ! 

Rufus Dawes 



CONTENTMENT — DISCONTENT. 

O ! who can lead, then, a more happy life, 
Than he, that, with clean mind and heart sincere, 
No greedy riches know r s, nor bloody strife ? 

SpENSE* 

The remnant of his days he safely past, 
Nor found they lagg'd too slow, nor flew too fast; 
He made his wish with his estate comply, 
Joyful to live, yet not afraid to die. 



P&IORe 



Still falling out with this and this, 
And finding something- still amiss; 
More peevish, cross, and splenetic 
Thar dog distract or monkev tick. 

Butler's Hiuhbras. 
Peace brother, be not over-exquisite 
To cast the fashion of uncertain evils ; 
For, grant they be so, while they rest unknown, 
What need a man forestall his date of grief, 
And run to meet what he would most avoid ? 

Milton's Comm. 



144 CONTENTMENT - DISCONTENT. 

For who did ever yet, by honour, wealth. 

Or pleasure of the sense, Contentment find ? 
Who ever ceas'd to wish, when he had health, 

Or, having Wisdom, was not vex'd in mind ? 

Davies' Immortality of the Soul. 
The lion crav'd the fox's art; 
The fox the lion's force and heart; 
The cock implor'd the pigeon's flight, 
Whose wings were rapid, strong, and light; 
The pigeon strength of wing despis'd, 
And the cock's matchless valour priz'd. 
The fishes wish'd to graze the plain ; 
The beasts to skim beneath the main. 
Thus, envious of another's state, 
Each blam'd the partial hand of fate. 

Gay's Fable* 
Sour discontent, that quarrels with our fate, 
May give fresh smart, but not the old abate : 
The uneasy passion's disingenuous wit, 
The ill reveals, but hides the benefit. 

Sir R. Blackmork. 
He, fairly looking into life's account, 
Saw frowns and favours were of like amount ; 
And viewing all — his perils, prospects, purse — 
He said, " Content — 'tis well it is no worse." 

Crabbe. 
With careless eyes he views the proud, 

In splendid robes profusely drest, 
Nor heeds the dull, censorious crowd, 

By fortune's fickle goddess blest. 

Gentleman's Magazine 
What tho' on hamery fare we dine, 

Wear hodden gray, and a' that? 
Gie fools their silk, and knaves their wine, 

A man's a man for a' that. 

JJuras. 



CONVERSATION -LOQUACITY, fcc. H5 

And passing rich, with forty pounds a year. 

Goldsmith's Deserted Village. 
A country-lad is my degree, 

And few there are that ken me, O; 
But what care I how few they be ? 
I'm welcome to my Nannie, O. 

Burns, 

We heeded not the cold blast, nor the winter's icy air, 
For we found our climate in the heart, and it was summer 
there. 

J. R Drake. 
The feeling of sadness and longing, 

That is not akin to pain, 
And resembles sorrow only, 
As the mist resembles rain. 

H. W. Longfellow. 

O ! dear is my cottage, unclouded by sorrow, 

And sweet is the bower my Erne line wove ; 
Ah ! nought from the gay or the wealthy I 'd borrow, 

While blest with the smile of contentment and love. 

S. Richards 
'Tis said that frail, inconstant man, 

Is ne'er content with what he is: 
Each thinks he can in others scan 

A happiness more pure than his. 

J. T. Watso* 



CONVERSATION — LOQUACITY, &c. 

What cracker is this same, that d'eafs our ears 
With this abundance of superfluous breath ? 

SlIAKSPEARB* 

O, he 's as tedious 
Asa tir'd horse, a railing wife ; 
Worse than a smoky chimney. 

SlIAKSPEAJtt. 



J 46 CONVERSATION - LOQUACITY, tor.. 

Since brevity 's the soul of wit, 
And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes — 
i will be brief. 

ShAKSPEaR*, 

A flounsn trumpets ! — strike alarums — drums ! 
Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women 

Rail 

Shakspeaae. 

Few words shall fit the trespass best, 

When no excuse can give the fault amending. 

Shakspeare, 
Their copious stories, oftentimes begun, 
End without audience and are never done. 

Shakspeare. 
As 't is a greater mystery, in the art 
Of painting, to foreshorten any part, 
Than draw it out, so 't is, in books, the chief 
Of all perfections to be plain and brief. 

Butler. 
For brevity is very good, 
When we are, or are not, understood. 

Butler's Hudibias. 
But still his tongue ran on, the less 
Of weight it had, with greater ease ; 
And, with its everlasting clack, 
Set all men's ears upon the rack. 

Butler's Hudibras 
I never, with important air, 
In conversation overbear; 
My tongue within my lips I rein, 
For who talks much must talk in vain. 



But fools, to talking ever prone, 

Are sure to make their follies known. 



Gay's fables. 



Gay's Fables. 



CONVERSATION -LOQUACITY, &c. 147 

In arguing, too, the parson own'd his skill, 
For, even tho' vanquished, he could argue still. 

Goldsmith's Deserted lllfagt, 

With words of learned length, and thund'ring sound. 

Goldsmith's Deserted Villa set 

Too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, 
And thought of convincing, while they thought oi dming 

Goldsmith's Retaliation 

The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read, 
With loads of learned lumber in his head, 
With his own tongue still edifies his ears, 
And always list'ning to himself appears. 

POPF 

Be silent always, when you doubt your sense, 
And speak, tho' sure, with seeming diffidence. 

Pope's Essay on Criticism 

A dearth of words a woman need not fear ; 

But 't is a task indeed to learn — to hear. 

In that the skill of conversation lies ; 

That shows or makes you both polite and wise. 

Young 
Talking, she knew not why, and car'd not what. 

Byron's Beppo. 

If, in talking from morning till night, 

A sign of our wisdom there be, 
The swallows are wiser by right, 

For they prattle much faster than we. 

Moore's Nicostratus* 

And there 's one rare, strange virtue in their speeches, 
The secret of their mastery — they are short. 

Hai CECl. 



148 COQUETTI 



COQUETTE. 

The vain coquette each suit disdains, 
And glories in her lovers' pains ; 
With age she fades — each lover flies, 
Contemn'd, forlorn, she pines and dies. 



Gay's Fallen 



Who hath not heard coquettes complain 
Of days, months, years, mis-spent in vain ? 
For time misus'd they pine and waste, 
And love's sweet pleasures never taste. 

Gay's Fable*. 

Nymph of the mincing mouth, and languid eye, 
And lisping tongue so soft, and head awry, 
And flutt'ring heart, of leaves of aspen made. 

Dr. Wolcot's Peter Pindar, 
Such is your old coquette, who can't say " No," 

And won't say " Yes ;" and keeps you on and offing 
On a lee shore, till it begins to Mow ; 

Then sees your heart wreck'd with an inward scoffing: 
This works a world of sentimental woe, 

And sends new Werters yearly to their coffin. 

Byron's Bon Juan. 
Would you teach her to love? 
For a time seem to rove ; 

At first she may frown in a pet; 
But leave her awhile, 
She shortly will smile, 

And then you may win your coquette. 

Byron. 

Can T again that look recall, 

That once could make me die for thee? — 
No, no! — the eye that burns on all, 

Shall never more be priz'd by me! 

Moors. 



COUNTRY - PATRIOTISM. 14P 



Still panting o'er a crowd to reign, 
More joy it gives to woman's breast, 

To make ten frigid coxcombs vain, 
Than one true, manly lover blest. 

Bright as ♦.he sun her eyes the gazers strike, 
And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. 



Moore 



Pope 



There's danger in the dazzling eye, 

That woos thee with its witching smile ; 
Another, when thou art not by, 

Those beaming looks would fain beguile. 

Miis. Osgood 
But why, O, why on all thus squander 

The treasures one alone can prize ? 
Why let the looks at random wander, 

Which beam from those deluding eyes ? 

G. F. Hoffma* 



COUNTRY — PATRIOTISM. 

A great man struggling in the storms of fate, 
And greatly falling with a falling state. 



Pope, 



But where to find the happiest spot below, 

Who can direct, when all pretend to know ? 

The shuddering tenant of the Frigid Zone 

Proudly proclaims that happiest spot his own ; 

The naked negro, panting on the line, 

Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine ; — 

Such is the patriot's boast where'er we roam, 

His first, best country ever is his own. 

Goldsmith's Traveller. 

Whither where equinoctial fervours glow, 

Or winter wraps the polar land in snow. 

Goipsmith's Traveller. 
13* 



V 



150 COUNTRY - PATRIOTISM. 

Gay sprightly iand of mirth an 1 social joy ! 

Goldsmith's Traveller* 
The wandering mariner, whose eye explores 
The wealthiest isles, the most enchanting shores, 
Views not a realm so beautiful and fair, 
Nor breathes the fragrance of a purer air ; 
In every ciirue the magnet of his soul, 
Touch' d by remembrance, trembles to that pole. 

J. Montgomery 

Then said the mother to her son, 

And pointed to his shield ; — 
" Come with it, when the battle 's done, 

Or on it, from the field." 

R. Montgomery. 

Breathes there a man with soul so dead, 
Who never to himself hath said — 
This is my own — my native land ! 

Scott's Last Minstrel, 
Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious and free, 
First flower of the earth, and first gem of the sea, 
I might hail thee with prouder, with happier brow, 
But oh ! could I love thee more deeply than now ? 

Moore. 

Carolina, Carolina ! Heaven's blessings attend her ! 
While we live we will cherish, and love, and defend her. 
Tho' the scorner may sneer at, and witlings defame her, 
Our hearts swell with gladness whenever we name her \ 

Judge Gaston, 

Let Spain boast the treasures that grow in her mines ; 
Let Gallia rejoice in her olives and vines ; 
In bright sparkling jewels let India prevail, 
With her odours Arabia perfume every gale : — 
*T is Columbia alone that can boast of the soil 
Wherr the fair fruits of virtue and liberty smile- 



COUNTRY - PATRIOTISM. 151 

Our bosoms with rapture beat high at thy name, 
Thy health is our transport — our triumph thy fame ; 
Like our sires, with cur swords we'll support thy renown; 
What they bought with their blood we '11 defend with our own 



On, on to the just and glorious strife, 

With your swords your freedom shielding ; 

Nay, resign, if it must be so, even life, 
But die at least, unyielding ! 



Sweet clime of my kindred, blest land of my birth ! 
The fairest, the dearest, the brightest on earth ! 
Where'er I may roam — howe'er blest I may be, 
My spirit instinctively turns unto thee ! 



Oh heaven ! he cried, my bleeding country save ! 
Is there no arm on high to shield the brave ? 
Yet, though destruction sweep those lovely plains, 
Rise, fellow-men ! our country yet remains ! 
By that dread name, we wave the sword on high, 
And swear with her to live — with her to die ! 

Campbell's Pleasures of Hope 

Hope for a season bade the world farewell, . 
And freedom shriek'd, as Kosciusko fell ! 

Campbell's Pleasures of Hope. 
They never fail who die 
In a great cause : the block may soak their gore, 
Their heads may sodden in the sun ; their limbs 
Be strung to city gates or castle walls ; — 
But still their spirit walks abroad. Though years 
Elapse, and others share as dark a doom, 
They but augment the deep and sweeping thoughts 
Which overspread all others, and conduct 
The world at last to freedom. * 

Byron's Marino Faliera 



1 52 COUNTRY - PATRIOTISM. 

Snatch from the ashes of your sires 
The embers of their former fires, 
And he, who in the strife expires, 
Will add to theirs a name of fear, 
That tyranny will quake to hear ! 

Byron's Giaour, 
The Niobe of Nations ! there she stands, 

Childless and crownless in her voiceless woe ; 
An empty urn within her wither'd hands, 
Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago. 

Byron's Child* Harold 
— While the tree 
Of freedom's wither'd trunk puts forth a leaf, 
Even for thy tomb a garland let it be. 

Byron's Childe Harold. 
Yes, honour decks the turf that wraps their clay. 

Byron's Childe Harold, 
Who, all unbrib'd, on freedom's ramparts stand, 
Faithful and true, bright wardens of the land. 

Charles Sprague 
England ! with all thy faults, I love thee still. 

COWPER. 

When a patriot falls, must he fall in the battle, 
Where the cannon's loud roar is his only death-rattle ? 
There 's a warfare where none but the morally brave 
Stand nobly and firmly, their country to save. 
'T is the war of opinion, where few can be found, 
On the mountain of principle, guarding the ground, 
With vigilant eyes ever watching the foes 
> Who are prowling around them, and aiming their blows. 

Mrs. Dana 
And they who for their country die, 

Shall fill an honour'd grave ; 

For glory lights the soldier's tomb, 

And beauty weeps che brave. 

J, R. Drakr. 



COUNTRY- COURAGE - COURTIER 153 

They love their land because it is their own, 
And scorn to give aught other reason why ; 

Would shake hands with a king upon his throne, 
And think it kindness to his Majesty. 

Firz-OREEN Halleck 

Stride — till the last arm'd foe expires ; 
Strike for your altars and your fires; 
Strike for the green graves of your sires, 
God, and your native land ! 

FlTZ-GREEN HaLLECK 

Yes, it is dear — fair Southern clime 

Of genial suns ana hearts sincere; 

And we will cherish it till Time 

Shall end, at last, our life's career, 

J T. Watson 



COUNTRY LIFE. — (See Rural Scenes.) 



COURAGE.— (See Bravery.) 



COURTIER — PARASITE. 

Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, 

What hell it is in suing long to bide ; 

To lose good days, that might be better spent, 

To waste long nights in pensive discontent ; 

To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow ; 

To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow ;— 

To fawn, to crouch, to wait, to ride, to run, 

To spend, to give, to want, to be undone ; — 

Unhappy wight, born to disastrous end, 

That doih his life in so long tendance spend. 

Spenser's Mother Hubbard's Tafo 



154 COURTIER - PARASITE. 

These can lie, 
Flatter, and swear, deprave, inform, 
Smile and betray ; make guilty men ; then beg 
The forfeit lives, to get the livings; cut 
Men's throats with whisperings ; sell to gaping suitors 
The empty smoke that flies about a palace. 

Ben Jonson 
I have been told, virtue in courtiers' hearts 
Suffers an ostracism, and departs. 

Dr Dunne, 
True courtiers should be modest, and not nice ; 
Bold, but not impudent ; pleasure love, not vLe. 

Chapman 
Poor wretches, that depend 
On greatness' favour, dream as I have done: 
Wake and find nothing 



The caterpillars of the commonwealth, 
Whom I have soon to weed and pluck away, 

I hardly yet have learn'd 
T' insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend the knee. 



Shakspeare, 
Shakspeare 
Shaksfeare 



Those, that go up hill, use to bow 

Their bodies forward, and stoop low, 

To poise themselves; and sometimes creep 

When tlr way is difficult and steep : 

So those at court, that do address 

By Io*v, ignoble offices, 

Can stoop at any thing that 's base, 

To w r riggle into trust and grace, 

Are like to rise to greatness sooner 

Than those that go by worth and honour. 

Butler^s Hiidibras 
See how he sets his countenance for deceit, 
And promises a lie before he speaks. 

Drydew 



COURTSHIP. 1.56 

'T is the curse of kings, 
To be surrounded by a venal herd 
Of flatterers, that soothe his darling vices, 
And rob their master of his subjects' love. 

Brook's Earl of Warwick 

Curse on the coward or perfidious tongue 
That dares not, even to kings, avow the truth. 

Thomson, 

To shake with laughter, ere the jest they hear, 
To pour, at will, the counterfeited tear ; 
And, as their patron hints the cold or heat, 
To shake in dog-days, in December sweat. 

Dr. Johnson 

A lazy, proud, unprofitable crew, 

The vermin gender' d from the rank corruption 

Of a luxurious state. 

Cumberland 

A mere court butterfly, 
That flutters in the pageant of a monarch. 

Byron's Sardanapalus 

And none did love him — though to hall and bower 

He gather'd followers from far and near ; 
He knew them flatterers of the festal hour, 

The heartless parasites of present cheer. 

Byron's Childe Harold 



COURTSHIP. 

Bring, therefore, all the forces that you may, 

And lay incessant battery to her heart ; 
Plaints, prayers, vows, ruth, and sorrow, and dismay,— 

These engines can the proudest love convert. 

Spensff's Sonnet* 



»St3 COURTSHIP. 

So well he vvoo'd her, and so well he wrought her, 

With fair entreaty and sweet blandishment, 
That at the length unto a bay he brought her, 
So that she to his speeches was content 
To lend an ear, and softly to relent. 

Spenser's Fairy Queen. 
I do not love 
Much ceremony; suits in love should not, 
Like suits in law, be rock'd from term to term. 

Shirley 
There is, sir, a critical minute in 

Every man's wooing, when his mistress may 
Be won, which if he carelessly neglect 
To prosecute, he may wait long enough 
Before he gains the like opportunity. 

Marmyan. 
She is beautiful, therefore to be woo'd. ; 
She is woman, therefore to be won. 

Shakspeare. 
Flatter and praise, commend, extol their graces ; 
Though ne'er so black, say they have angels' faces. 
That man that has a tongue, I say, is no man, 
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman. 

Shakspeare. 
Say that she rail ; why then I '11 tell her plain, 
She sings as sweetly as the nightingale ; 
Say that she frown ; I 'II say, she looks as clear 
As morning roses newly wash'd with dew ; 
Say she be mute, and will not speak a word ; 
Then I '11 commend her volubility, 
And say, she uttereth piercing eloquence. 

Shakspeare. 
But tho' I lov'd you well, I woo'd you not ; 
And yet, good faith, I wish'd myself a man ; 
Or, that we women had men's privilege 
Of speaking first. 

Shakspeam, 



COURTSHIP. 157 

In these Jars of mine, 
These credulous ears, he pour'd the sweetest words 
That art or love could frame. 

Beaumont 
I am not form'd, by flattery and praise, 
By sighs and tears, and all the whining trade 
Of love, to feed a fair one's vanity, 
To charm at once, and spoil her. 

Thomson 
He that would win his dame, must do 
As Love does when he draws his bow; 
With one hand thrust the lady from, 
And with the other pull her home. 

Butler's Hudibras 
For, you must know, a widow's won 
With brisk attempt and putting on ; 
With ent'ring manfully, and urging, 
Not slow approaches, like a virgin. 

Butler's Hudibras. 
She most attracts who longest can refuse. 



With easy freedom and a gay address, 
A pressing lover seldom wants success. 

A witty, wild, inconstant, free gallant. 



Aaron Hill. 

Rowe 
Rowe. 



To me he came ; my heart with rapture sprung, 

To see the blushes, when his faltering tongue 

First said, I love. My eyes consent reveal, 

And plighted vows our faithful passion seal. 

Gay's Lionc. 

So, with decorum al 1 things carried, 

Miss frown'd, and blush'd, and then was married. 

Goldsmith. 
She half consents who silently denies. 

Ovid. 
Men dream in courtship, but in wedlock wake. 

Pope's Eluiscu 
U 



158 COURTSHIP. 

Like a lovely tree 
She grew to womanhood, and between whiles 
Rejected several suitors, just to learr. 
Ho.v tr accept a better in his turn. 

Byron's Don Juan* 
The gentle pressure and the thrilling touch. 

Byron's Don Juan 
To pick up rrloves, and fans, and knitting-needles, 
And list for songs and tunes, and watch for smiles, 
And smile at pretty prattle, and look into 
The eyes of maids as tho' they were bright star? 

Byron. 
But yet she listen'd — 't is enough — 

Who listens once will listen twice. 

Her heart, be sure, is not of ice, 
And one refusal 's no rebuff. 

Boron's Mazeppa 
Then thro' my brain the thought did pass, 

Even as a flash of lightning there, 

That there was something in her air 

That w r ould not doom me to despair. 

Byron's Mazeppa. 
Skill'd in the ogle of a roguish eye. 

Byron's Childe Harold. 
Not much he kens, I ween, of woman's breast, 
Who thinks that wanton thing is won by sighs, 
Do proper homage to thine idol's eyes, 
But not too humbly, or she will despise : 
Disguise even tenderness, if thou art wise. 

Byron's Childe Harold. 
In whispers low, 
And sweet as softest music's gentle flow, 
The lovers spoke. 

Mrs. Plow*, 
Whne the dimple and blush, starting soft to her cheek, 
Told the tale that her tongue was too timid to speak. 

Mrs. Osgood. 



COWARDICE - FEAR, 1 5S> 

There 's nothing like maneuvering in season, 

Ye parents, who ha\e daughters to dispose of, 
Especially if you have any reason 

To think in maidenhood their lives wiJl doze off, 
And there is one in fifty thousand chances, 
That Cash's eldest son will make advances. 

Dawes' Geraldine 
When happy lovers meet 
fn some lone spot, where not a sound is heard 
Save their own sighs, or the unequal beat 

Of their young hearts to tender wishes stirr'd, 
As hand seeks hand, and meeting glances tell 
The unutter'd tale of love too sweetly well. 

Mrs. A. B. Welby 



COWARDICE — FEAR. 

His hand did quake, 
And tremble like a leaf of aspen green, 
And troubled blood thro' his pale face was seen 
To come and go, with tidings from the heart, 
As it a running messenger had been. 

Spenser's Fairy Queen* 
Thereat he smitten was, with great affright, 
And trembling terror did his heart appal, 
Nor wiu he what to think of that same sight, 
Nor what to say, nor what to do at all. 

Spenser's Fairy Queen. 
Cowards die many times before their death ; 
The valiant never taste of death but once. 



And extreme fear can neither fight nor ft}. 
But, coward-like, with trembling terror die. 



SlIAkSPE.ARf.. 



Shakspeab*. 



16C CCW ARDICE - FEAR. 

And, though he posted e'er so fast, 
His fear was greater than his haste ; 
For fear, though fleeter than the wind, 
Believes 'tis always left behind. 

Butler's Hudibrai, 
Those that fly may fight again, 
Which he can never do that 's slam ; 
Hence timely running's no mean part 
Of conduct in the martial aft. 

Butler's Hud\})ta\ 
Aghast he stands, 
Stifle n'd with fear, unable to resist, 
And impotent to fly. 

Somervile's HobbinoL 
Think not, coward, w T it can hide the shame 
Of hearts, which, while they dare not strike for fear, 
Would make it virtue in them to forbear. 

Lord Brooke. 
Desponding fear, of feeble fancies full, 
Weak and unmanly, weakens ev'ry pow'r. 

Thomson's Seasons* 
Grac'd with a sword, but worthier of a fan. 

COWPER. 

My blood ran back, 
My shaking knees against each other knock'd — 
On the cold pavement down I fell entranced, 

Dryden. 

The wretch that fears to drown, will break thro' flames ; 
Or, in his dread of flames, will plunge in waves. 
When eagles are in view, the screaming doves 
Wid cower beneath the feet of man for safety. 

ClBBEK. 

Imagination frames events unknown, 

In wild, fantastic shapes of hideous ruin ; 

And what it fears creates! 

Hannah Mors. 



CREDULITY - DOUBT. 1 61 

As mongrels bay the lion in a cage. 

Dr Johnson 

Must I consume my life — this little life, 
In guarding against all may make it less ? 
It is not worth so much ! — it were to die 
Before my hour, to live in dread of death. 

Byron's Sardanapalus 
It has a strange, quick jar upon the ear, 

This cocking of a pistol, when you know 
A moment more will bring the sight to bear 

Upon your person, twelve yards off or so. 

Byron's Don Juan. 

And cheeks all pale, which, but an hour before, 
Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness. 

Byron's Childe Harold. 
Go — let thy less than woman's hand 
Assume the distaff — not the brand. 

Byron's Bride of Abydos 
Hope, fear, and love, 
Joy, doubt, and hate, may other spirits move, 
But touch not his, who, ev'ry waking hour, 
Has one fix'd dread, and always feels its pow'r. 

Crabbe. 



CREDULITY — DOUBT. 

Our doubts are traitors, 
And make us lose the good we oft might win 
By fearing to attempt. 

Shakspeare. 

Oh, now this tyrant, doubt, torments my breast ! 
My thoughts, like birds, who, frighten'd from their nest, 
Around the place where all was hush'd before, 
Flutter, and hardly nestle any more 

Otway 

14* 



Gay's Fablt $ 



\ G2 CRITICISM - STYLE - TASTE 

Lest men suspect your tale untrue, 
Keep probability in view. 

For when we risk no contradiction, 
[t tempts the tongue to deal in fiction ; 
Those things that startle me or you, 
I grant, are strange, yet may be true. 

Gay's Fables 

Or, indolent, to each extreme they fall, 
To trust in everything, or doubt of all. 

Pope's Essay on Man* 
A daring infidel, (and such there are, 
From pride, example, lucre, rage, revenge, 
Or pure heroical defect of thought,) 
Of alljparth's madmen, most deserves a chain. 

Young's Night Thoughts, 

Your noblest natures are most credulous. 

ChapmaKo 
Security's blind nurse, the dream of fools. 
The drunkard's ape, that, feeling for his way, 
Even when he thinks in his deluded sense 
To snatch at safety, falls without defence. 

Mason, 
And shall we own such judgment ? No ; as soon 
Seek roses in December, ice in June, 
Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff, 
Believe a woman, or an epitaph. 

Byron's English Bards 9 fy& 



CRITICISM — STYLE — TASTE. 

Who shall dispute what the Reviewers say ! 
Their word 's sufficient ; and to ask a reason, 
In such a state as theirs is downright treason. 

Ch fJRCHII.L. 



CRITICISM - STY LE- TASTE. 1 03 

Critics to plays for the same end resort 
That surgeons wait on trials in a court : 
For innocence condemn'd they've no respect, 
Pro/ided they Ve a body to dissect. 



On me, when dunces are satiric, 
I take it for a panegyric ; 
Hated by fools, and fools to hate, 
Be that my motto, and my fate. 



CONGREVB 



Dean Swift. 



Hot, noisy, envious, proud, the scribbling fry 
Burn, hiss and bounce, waste paper, ink, and die. 

Young. 

Let such teach others, who themselves excel, 
4nd censure freely, who have written well. 

Pope's Essay on Criticism. 
Some have at first for wits, then poets pass'd ; 
Turn'd critics next, and prov'd plain fools at last. 
Some neither can for wits nor critics pass, 
As heavy mules are neither horse nor ass. 

Pope's Essay on Criticism. 
A perfect judge will read each work of wit 
With the same spirit that its author writ ; 
Survey the whole, nor seek slight faults to find, 
Where nature moves, and rapture charms the mind. 

Pope's Essay on Criticism. 
Neglect the rule each verbal critic lays, 
For not to know some trifles is a praise ; 
And men of breeding, sometimes men of wit, 
T' avoid great errors, must the less commit. 

Pope's Essay on Criticism. 
Some to conceit alone their taste confine, 
And curious thoughts struck out at ev'ry line — 
Pleas'd with a work where nothing's just or fit, 
One glaring chaos, and wild heap of wit. 

Pope's Essay on Criticism. 



IM CRITICS. 

Others for language all their care express. 
And value books, as women men, for dress ; 
Their praise is still — " The style is excellent," 
The sense they humbly take upon content. 

Pope's Essay on Criticism, 

True ease, in writing, comes from art, not chance, 
As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance. 

PorE's Essay on Criticism 

Talk as you will of taste, my friend, you '11 find 
Two of a face, as soon as of a mind 

Pope's Imitations, 

Manner is all in all, whate'er i& writ, 
The substitute for genius, sense, and wit 

COWPER 

A man must serve his time at ev'ry trade, 
Save censure ; critics all are ready-made : 
Take hackney'd jokes from Miller, got by rote, 
With just enough of learning to misquote ; 
A mind well skilPd to forge or find a fault, 
• A turn for punning — -call it Attic salt — 
Fear not to lie — 't will seem a lucky hit ; 
Shrink not from blasphemy — 't will pass for wit ; 
Care not for feeling, pass your project jest,— 
And stand a critic, hated yet caress'd. 

Byron's English Bards, fyc. 

Applauds to-day what yesterday he curst, 
Lampoons the wisest, and extols the worst ; 
While, hard to tell, so coarse a daub he lays, 
Which gullies most, the slander or the praise. 

Sprague's Curiosity 



CRITICS. — (See Criticism.) 



CRUELTY - TORTURE! 1 *>o 



CRUELTY — TORTURE. 



A stony adversary, an inhuman wretch, 
Incapable of pity, void and empty 
From every drachm of mercy. 

Shakspeare. 
The poor beetle, that we tread upon, 
In corporal suffering feels a pang as great 
As when a giant dies. 

Shakspe are- 
Do not insult calamity; 
It is a barbarous grossness to lay on 
The weight of scorn, where heavy misery 
Too much already weighs men's fortunes down. 

Daniel. 

Thou shalt behold him stretch'd in all the agonies 
Of a tormenting and a shameful death ! 
His bleeding bowels, and his broken limbs, 
Insulted o'er by a vile butchering villain. 

Otway's Venice Preserved. 
Bring forth the rack : 
Fetch hither cords, and knives, and sulphurous flames ; 
He shall be bound and gash'd, his skin fleec'd, burnt alive ; 
He shall be hours, days, years, a-dying ! 

Nat. Lee, 

Wire-draw his skin, spin all his nerves like hair, 
And work his tortur'd flesh as thin as flame. 

Nat. Lee* 

I reverence the coachman who cries " Gee," 
And spares the lash. When I behold a spider 
Prey on a fly, a magpie on a worm, 
Or view a butcher, with horn-handled knife, 
Slaughter a tender lamb as dead as mutton— ' 
Indeed, indeed, I 'm very, very sick ! 

F ejected Addresses 



106 CRUELTY - TORTURE. 

The savage brute, that haunts in woods remote, 
And deserts wild, tears not the fearful traveller, 
If hunger, or some injury, provoke not. 

Rows 

Oh! rather fail this ardent breath 
And palsied sink this hand in death, 
Ere with keen taunt and lingering blow 
I hover o'er a fallen foe ! 

Mrs. Holford's Margaret of Jimou 

His was the sternest, hardest breast 
That ever burnish'd cuirass press'd. 

Mrs. Holford's Margaret of Jlnjou 

Thy suing to these men were as the bleating 
Of the lamb to the butcher, or the cry 
Of seamen to the surge. 

Byron's Marino Faliero 

And ponder still 
On pangs that longest rack, and latest kill. 

Byron's Corsair 

A saint had cried out, 
Even with the crown of glory in his eyes, 
At such inhuman artifice of pain 
As was forc'd on him. 

Byron's Two Foscari. 

Nurtur'd in blood betimes, his heart delights 
fn vengeance gloating on another's pain. 

Byron's Childe Harola 

Humanity is policy in war, 

And cruelty 's a prodigal, that heaps 

A suicidal burthen on itself. 

Dawes' Mhenia of Damascus 



CURIOSITY. 187 



CURIOSITY. 

i 'oathe that low vice, Curiosity. 

Byron's Don Juan. 

**xice iha first fatal hour when Eve, 
With a J the fruits of Eden blest, 
- -*<3 only one, rather than leave 

'hat one unknown, lost all the rest. 

Moore's Loves of the Jingels 
a reign'd in Eden, in that heavy hour 
When the arch-tempter sought, our mother's bower, 
In thrilling charms her yielding heart assail'd, 
And even o'er dread Jehovah's word prevail'd. 

Sprague's Curiosity. 
'Tis Curiosity — who hath not felt 
Its spirit, and before its altar knelt ? 

Sprague's Curiosity. 
Be it a bonfire, or a city's blaze, 
The gibbet's victim, or the nation's gaze, 
A female atheist, or a learned dog, 
A monstrous pumpkin, or a mammoth hog, 
A murder, or a muster ; — 't is the same, 
Life's follies, glories, griefs,— all feed the flame. 

Sprague's Curiosity. 
Sport drops his ball, Toil throws his hammer by, 
Thrift breaks a bargain off, to please his eye. 

Sprague's Curiosity 
How many a noble art, now widely known, 
Owes us young impulse to this power alone ! 

Sprague's Curiosity 
As down the pane the rival rain-drops chase, 
Curious he '11 watch to see which wins the race ; 
And let two dogs beneath his window fight, 
He '11 shut his Bible to enjoy the sight. 

Sprague's Curiosity. 



168 CURSES- xMALEDICTlONS. 

How thro' the buzzing crowd he threads his way, 
To catch the flying rumours of the day. 

Sprague's Curiosity 



CURSES— MALEDICTIONS. 

May ah th' infections that the sun sucks up 

From bogs, fens, flats, upon him fall, and make him 

By inch-meal a disease ! 

Shakspeare, 

Poison be the?r iVink ! 
Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest meat they taste ! — 
Their softest touch as smart as lizard's stings ! 
Their music frightful as the serpent's hiss ! 
And boding screech-owls make their concerts full ! 

Shakspeare 
May sorrow, shame, and sickness overtake her* 
And all her beauties, like my hopes, be blasted ! 

Rowe. 
Let the world grow dark, 
That the extinguish' d sun may hide thy shame ! 

Aaron Hill, 
And when life declines, 
May thy sure heirs stand titt'ring round thy bed, 
And, ush'ring in their fav' rites, burst thy locks, 
And ill their laps with gold, till want and care 
With joy depart, and cry, " We want no more !" 

Shenstonb, 
May the grass wither from thy feet ! the woods 
Deny thee shelter ! earth a home ! the dust 
A grave ! and heaven her God ! 

Byron's Cain. 

So let him stand, through ages yet unborn, 
Fix'd statue on the pedestal of scorn ! 

Byron's Curse of Minerva. 



CUSTOM - HABIT. 169 

May screaming night-fiends, hot in recreant gore, 
Hive their strain'd fibres to their heart's rank core, 
Till startled conscience heap, in wild dismay, 
Convulsive curses on the source of day ! 

Robert Treat Paine 
But curses are like arrows shot upright, 
That oftentimes on our own heads do light : 
And many times ourselves in rage prove worst ; 
The fox ne'er better thrives than when accurst. 



CUSTOM — HABIT 

All habits gather by unseen degrees, 

As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas. 

Dryden's Ovid. 

Custom's the world's great idol we adore, 
And, knowing this, we seek to know no more. 
What education did at first conceive, 
Our ripen'd eye confirms us to believe. 

POMFRET. 

A custom 
More honour'd in the breach than the observance. 

SlIAKSrEARE. 

How use doth breed a habit in a man ! 

Shakspeare. 
Custom does often reason overrule, 
And only serves for reason to the fool. 

Rochester. 
Custom forms us all ; 
Old thoughts, our morals, our most fix'd belief. 
Are consequences of our place of birth. 

Aaron Hill. 
Custom, 't is true, a venerable tyrant, 
O'er servile man extends her blind dominion, 

Thomson 

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I 70 DANCING - DANGER - PERIL. 

My very chains and I grew friends, 
So mucn a long communion tends 
To make us wnat we are ; even I 
Regairi'd my freedom with a sigh. 

Byron's Prisoner of ChiLhn. 
As custom arbitrates, whose shifting sway 
Our life and manners must alike obey. 

Byron's Hints from Horace* 



DANCING. — (See Ball.) 



DANGER — PERIL. 

The absent danger greater still appears , 

And less he fears, who 's near the thing he iea,o. 

Daniel. 
From a safe port, 't is easy to give counsel, 

Shakspeare. 
We 've scotch'd the snake, not k ll'd it, 
She'll close, and be herself; while our poor malice 
Remains in danger of her former tooth. 

Shakspeare. 
For he that stands upon a slippery place, 
Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up. 

SHAKSPEAREc 

Let terror strike slaves mute ; 
Much danger makes great hearts most resolute. 

Marstuji 
What is danger 
More than the weakness of our apprehension ? 
A poor cold part o' the blood ; whom takes it hold of ? 
Cowards and wicked livers; valiant minds 
Were t^ade the masters of it. 

Beaumont and Flftcheil 



DAY -MORNING -NIGHT, &c. 171 



Our dangers and delights are near allies ; 
From the same stem the rose and prickle rise 

But there are human natures so allied 

Unto the savage love of enterprise, 

That they will seek for peril as a pleasure. 



Aleyn. 



Byron. 



DAY — MORNING — NIGHT, &c. 

Dark night that from the eye its function takes, 
The ear more quick of apprehension makes ; 
Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense, 
It pays the hearing double recompense. 

Shakspeare. 

The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve. 

Shakspeare. 
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day 
Stands tip-toe on the misty mountain tops. 

Shakspeare, 

But look ! the moon, in russet mantle clad, 
Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill. 

Shakspeare. 
Oft till the star, that rose at evening bright, 
Towards heaven's descent had sloped his westerning wheel 

Milton 
Now came still evening on, and twilight grey 
Had in her sober livery all things clad : 
Silence accompanied ; for beasts and birds, 
They to their grassy couch, these to their nests 
Were sunk, all but the woeful nio-htingale. 

Milton's Paradise Ia)SI 
Twilight, short arbiter 'twixt day and night. 

Milton's Paradise l^st. 



n 2 DAY - MORNING - NIGHT, &c. 

Sweet is the breath of morn ; her rising sweet, 
With charm of earliest birds. 

Milton's Paradise Lost, 
The sun had long since, in the lap 
Of Thetis, taken out his nap ; 
And, like a lobster boil'd, the moon 
From black to red began to turn. 

Butler's Hudibras. 

The morning lark, the messenger of day, 
Saluted with her song the morning grey ; 
And soon the sun arose with beams so bright, 
That all th' horizon laugh'd, to see the joyous sight. 

Dryden, 
See ! the night wears away, and cheerful morn, 
All sweet and fresh, spreads from the rosy east; 
Fair nature seems reviv'd, and even my heart 
Sits light and jocund at the day's return. 



This dead of night, this silent hour of darkness, 
Nature for rest ordain'd, and soft repose. 



Rowe. 



Rowe, 



O, treach'rous night ! . 
Thou lend'st thy ready veil to every treason, 
And teeming mischiefs thrive beneath thy shade ! 

Aaron Hill, 
The waking dawn, 
When night-fallen dews, by day's warm courtship won, 
From reeking roses climb'd to kiss the sun ; 
Nature, new-blossom'd, shed her colours round ; 
The dew-bent primrose kiss'd the breeze-swept ground. 

Aaron Hilju 
— The approach of night, 
The skies yet blushing with departing light, 
When falling dews with spangles deck the glade, 
Ani the low sun has lengthen'd every shade. 

Pope 



DAY - MORNING - NIGHT, &c. 17? 

Now stiV the fire, and close the shutters fast, 
Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, 
And, while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn 
Throws up a steamy column, and the cup 
That cheers but not inebriates, waits on each, 
So let us welcome peaceful evening in. 

Cowper's Task. 

Night, sable goddess, from her ebon throne, 

In ray less majesty now stretches forth 

Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. 

Young's Night Thoughts. 
Now the sun, so faintly glancing 
O'er the western hills his ray; 
Evening shadows quick advancing, 
Triumph o'er the fading day. 

Cobb. 
Day glimmer'd in the east, and the white moon 
Hung like a vapour in the cloudless sky. 

Rogers's Italy. 
The quiet night, now dappling, 'gan to wane, 
Dividing darkness from the dawning main. 

Byron's Island. 
The morn is up again, the dewy morn, 

With breath all incense, and with cheek all bloom, 
Laughing the clouds away with playful scorn, 
And living as if earth contain'd no tomb — 
And glowing into day. 

Byron's Childe Harold. 
Night wanes — the vapours, round the mountains curl'd, 
Melt into morn, and light awakes the world. 

Byron's Lara, 
AL was so still, so soft, in earth and air, 
You scarce would start, to meet a spirit there ; 
Secure that nought of evil could delight 
To walk in such a scene, on such a night ! 

Byron's Lara, 
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174 DAY -MORNING -NIGHT, &c 

The night 
Shows stars and women in a better light. 

Byron's Don J nan 
Blest power of sunshine ! genial day ' 
What balm, what life is in thy ray ! 
To feel thee is such real bliss, 
That, had the world no joy but this, 
To sit in sunshine calm and sweet — 
It were a world too exquisite 
For man to leave it for the gloom, 
The deep, cold shadow of the tomb ! 

Moore's Lalla Rookh. 
It was an evening bright and still 

As ever biush'd on wave or bower, 
Smiiing from heaven, as if nought ill 

Could happen in so sweet an hour. 

Moore's Loves of the Angels. 
Soft as a bride, the rosy dawn 

From dewy sleep doth rise, 
And, bath'd in blushes, hath withdrawn 

The mantle from her eyes ; 
And, with her orbs' dissoiv'd in dew, 
Bends like an angel softly through 

The blue-pavilion'd skies. 

Mrs. Amelia B. Welby. 

O Twilight ! spirit that dost render birth 
To dim enchantments — melting heaven to earth — 
Leaving on craggy hills and running streams 
A softness like the atmosphere of dreams. 

Mrs. Norton's Dream. 

How calmly sinks the setting sun ! 

Yet twilight lingers still ; 
And, beautiful as dream of heaven, 

It slumbers on the hill. 

G. D. Prentio* 






DEATH -GRAVE. 175 

'T is midnight's holy hour — and silence now 
Is brooding, like a gentle spirit, o'er 
The still and pulseless world. 

G. D. Prentice. 
Ere the evening lamps are lighted, 

And, like phantoms grim and tall, 
Shadows from the fitful fireside 
Dance upon the parlour wall. 

H. W. Longfellow 
Night's starry host gather'd in brightness high, 
And not a cloud darken'd the shining sky ; 
The moon rode by, and all her glittering band 
Bath'd in a flood of light the smiling land. 

Mrs. C. H. W. Esling. 
The sun now rests upon the mountain tops. 

Carlos Wilcox. 
The hour of melancholy, mirth, and love. 

Mrs. Brooks. 
The busy world was still, the solemn moon 
Smil'd forth her silvery beauty ; and the stars, 
Like living diamonds in a sea of glass, 
Danc'd in the sapphire canopy of heaven. 

P. B. Elder. 
The king of day had dipp'd his weary head 
Within old father Ocean's billowy bed, 
And " twilight grey" had spread its dusky veil 
O'er all terrestrial objects, hill and dale. 

J. T. Watson 



DEATH — GRAVE 

Death is a fearful thing : 
The wearied and most loathed earthly life, 
That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment 
Can lay on nature, is a Paradise 
To wha we fear of death ! 



SuAKSl'FARk 



176 DEATH -GRA^E. 

Is it not better to die willingly, 

Than linger till the glass be all outrun ? 



SpENSE* 



Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay, 
Might stop a hole, to keep the wind away : 
O ! that the earth, which kept the world in awe, 
Should patch a wall, to expel the Winter's flaw ! 

Shakspeare 
Death lies on her, like an untimely frost 
Upon the sweetest flower of ail the field. 

Shakspeare 
Can storied urn, or animated bust 

Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? 
Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust* 
Or flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of death ? 

Gray's Elegy 
Death, grim death 
Will fold me in his leaden arms, and press 
Me close to his cold, clayey breast. 



CONGREVE 



The sceptred king, the burthen'd slave, 
The humble and the haughty, die ; 

The rich, the poor, the base, the brave, 
In dust, without distinction, lie. 



Death is the crown of life : 
Were death denied, poor man would live in vain. 
Death wounds to cure ; we fall, we rise, we reign ; 
Spring from our fetters, fasten to the skies, 
\Y nere blooming Eden withers from our sight. 
This king of terrors is the prince of peace. 

Young's Night Thoughts. 

The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave, 
The deep, damp vault, the darkness, and the worm ! 

Young's Night Thought? 



DEATH -GRAVE. I 7 ? 

A death-bed 's a detector of the heart : 
Here tired dissimulation drops her mask, 
Through life's grimace that mistress of the scene ; 
Here real and apparent are the same. 

Young's Night Thoughts 

O death, ail eloquent ! you only prove 

What dust we dote on, when 't is man we love. 

Pope's JElaisa 

Death, when unmask'd, shows us a friendly face, 

And is a terror only at a distance. 

Goldsmith 

The prince, who kept the world in awe. 
The judge, whose dictate flx'd the law 
The rich, the poor, the great, the small, 
Are levell'd : death confounds them all. 

Gay's Fables. 

There shall the yew her sable branches spread, 
And mournful cypress rear her fringed head ; 
From thence snail thyme and myrtle send perfume, 
And laurel evergreen o'ershade the tomb. 

Gay's Dione 

Leaves have their times to fall, 
And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath. 

And stars to set — but all, 
Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O death ! 

Mrs. Hemans 
Let him who crawls, enamour'd of decay, 
Cling to his couch, and sicken years away, 
Heave his thick breath, and shake his palsied head ; — ( 
Ours the fresh turf, and not the fev'rish bed ; 
While, gasp by gasp, he falters forth his soul, 
Ours with one pang — one bound — escapes control. 

Byron's Cor suit 

Ho n v peaceful and how powerful is the grave ! 

Byron 



IT& DEATH -^RAVE. 

Like thp leases of the forest when Summer is green, 
That host, with their banners, at sunset were seen ; 
Like the leaves of the forest, when Autumn hath blown, 
That host, on the morrow, lay wither'd and strown ! 

Byron 
And dull the film along his dim eye grew. 

Byron's Lara 
Yes, this was ones ambition's airy hall ; 
The dome of thought — the palace of the soul. 

Byrjn's Childe Harold, 
Death shuns the wretch who fain the blow would meet. 

Byron's* Don Juan< 
At times, both wish'd for and implor'd, 
At times sought with self-pointed sword, 
And welcome in r\o shape. 

Byron's Mazeppa, 
What shall he be ere night ? — Perchance a thing 
O'er which the raven flaps his funeral wing ! 

Byron's Cot sair 
Oh God ! it is a fearful thing 
To see the human soul take wing ! 

Byron's Prisoner of Chillon. 
How sweetly could I lay my head 

Within the cold grave's snent breast, 
Where sorrow's tears no more are shed, 
No more the ills of life molest! 

MOORE. 

O, grief beyond ail other griefs, when fate 
First leaves the young heart lone and desolate, 
[n the wide world, without that only tie, 
For which it wish'd to live, or fear'd to die ! 

Moore's Lalla Rookh. 
Like one who draws the drapery of his couch 
About h m, and lies down to pleasant dreams. 

W. C. Bryant 



DEATH - GRAVE. 1*3 

Yet wh} should death be link'd with fear ? 

A singb breath — a low-drawn sigh — 
Can break the ties that bind us here, 
And waft the spirit to the sky. 

Mrs. A. B. Weley. 
There lay the warrior and the son of song, 

And there — in silence till the judgment-day— 
The orator, whose all-persuading tongue 

Had mcv'd the nations with resistless sway. 

Mrs. Norton's Bream. 
Ah ! it is sad when one thus link'd departs ! 
When Death, that mighty sev'rer of true hearts, 
Sweeps through the halls so lately loud in mirth, 
And leaves pale Sorrow weeping by the hearth ! 

Mrs. Norton's Dream. 
Oh ! what a shadow o'er the heart is flung, 
When peals the requiem of the lov'd and young ! 

W. G. Clark, 
Oh, there is a sweetness in beauty's close, 
Like the perfume scenting the wither'd rose ! 

J. G. Percival 
His few surviving comrades saw 
His smile when rang their proud hurra, 

And the red field was won; 
They saw in death his eyelids close 
Calmly, as to a night's repose, 
Like flowers at set of sun. 

FlTZ -GREEN HaLLECK. 

All at rest now — all dust ! — wave flows on wave, 
But the sea dries not ! What to us the grave ? 
It brings no real homily ; we sigh, 
Pause for a while, and murmur, "All must die '" 
Then rush to pleasure, action, sin, once more, 
Swell the loud tide, and fret unto the shore ! 

The New Timurt 



TO DECAY 

And death is terrible — the tear, 
The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier, 
And all we know, or dream, or fear, 
Of agony, are his ! 

FlTZ-GREEN HALLECK 

Here may we muse at this lone midnight hour, 

When thoughts steal on us, softly as the tread 
Of ghostly forms, from yew or cypress bower, 
Around the gloomy mansions of the dead. '"' 

W. C, Lodge, 
In the deep stillness of that dreamless state 
Of sleep, that knows no waking joys again. 

W. C. Lodge 
And Death himself, that ceaseless dun, 
Who waits on all, yet waits for none. 

Hon. Nicholas Biddle 

Methinks it were no pain to die 
On such an eve, when such a sky 

O'ercanopies the west ; 
To gaze my fill on yon calm deep, 
And, like an infant, sink to sleep 

On earth, my mother's breast ! 



DECAY 



It is sad 
To see the light of beauty wane away, 
Know eyes are dimming, bosoms shrivelling, foet 
Losing their springs, and limbs their lily roundness ; 
But it is worse to feel our heart-spring gone, 
To lose hope, care not for the coming thing, 
And feel all things go' to decay with us. 

Bailey's Fesin* 



DECEIT - HYPOCRISY . 



181 



Before decay's effacing fingers 

Have swept the lines where beauty lingers. 

Byron's Giaour. 
Such is the aspect of this shore : 
V T is Greece, but living Greece no more. 

Byron's Giaour, 
The very iron, rock, and steel, 

Impervious as they now appear, 
The gnawing tooth of Time must feel, 
And waste with each succeeding year. 

J. T. Watson. 



Shakspeajue. 



DECEIT — HYPOCRISY. 

Oh, what authority and show of truth 
Can cunning sin cover itself withal ! 

The Devil can cite scripture for his purpose. 
An evil soul producing holy witness, 
Is like a villain with a smiling face, 
A goodly apple, rotten at the core. 

To the common people, 
How he did seem to dive into their hearts, 
With humble and familiar courtesy ! 

Notes of sorrow, out of tune, are worse 
Than priests and fanes that lie. 

Shakspeare, 
Why, I can smile, and murder while I smile ; 
Ana cry content to that which grieves my heart ; 
And wet my cheek with artificial tears ; 
And frame my face to all occasions. 

Sh 1RSPEARB 

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Shakspeare* 



Shakspeare 



183 DECEIT - HYPOCRISY 

Cries out upon abuses, seems to weep 
Over his country's wrongs ; and, by this face, 
This brow of seeming justice, he did win 
The hearts of all that he did angle for. 

SlIAKSPE!*£ 

There is no vice so simple, but assumes 
Some mark of virtue on its outward parts. 

Shakspeare 

You vow, ana swear, and super-praise my parts, 
When, I am sure, you hate me in your hearts . 

Shaksflake. 
A creature of amphibious nature 
On land a beast, a fish in water , 
That always preys on grace or sin, 
A sheep without, a wolf within. 

BuiLLit's Hudibras* 

An "ignis fatuus" that bewitches, 
And leads men into pools and ditches. 

Butler's Hudibras 
As thistles wear the softest down, 
To hide their prickles till they're grown, 
And then declare themselves, and tear 
Whatever ventures to come near : 
So a smooth knave does greater feats 
Than one that idly rails and threats, 
And all the mischief that he meant, 
Does, like the rattlesnake, prevent. 



BUTLEH. 



Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, 
And, without sneering, teach the rest to sneer 
Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, 
Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike. 

Before her face her handkerchief she spread, 
T;"> hide the flood ol tears she did not shed. 



Por* 



Pope. 



DECEIT - HYPOCRISY. 183 

*T is not my talent to conceal my thoughts, 
Or carry smiles and sunshine in my face, 
While discontent sits heavy at my heart. 

Addison's (Jaio. 
O what a tangled web we weave, 
When first we practise to deceive ! 

Scott's Marmion. 
Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat, 
Thy smiles hypocrisy, thy words deceit. 

Byron to Southey. 
You 're wrong : — he was the mildest manner'd man 

That ever scuttled ship, or cut a throat ! 
With such* true breeding of a gentleman, 
You never could divine his real thought. 

Byron's Don Juan. 
Even innocence itself hath many a wile. 

Byron's Don Juan. 
Of all who flock'd to swell or see the show, 

Who car'd about the corpse ? The funeral 
Made the attraction, and the black the wo ; 

There throbb'd not there one heart that pierc'd the pall. 
Byron's Vision of Judgment. 
To sigh, yet feel no pain, 

To weep, yet know not why. 
To sport an hour with beauty's chain, 
Then cast it idly by. 



To kneel at many a shrine, 
Yet lay the heart on none. 

Their friendship is a lurking snare, 
Their honour but an idle breath, 

Their smile, the smile that traitors wear, 
Their love is )'«ite, their life is death. 



Moore. 



Moore 



W. G. SIMMS. 



184 DECLARATION - PROPOSAL. 

An open foe may prove a curse, 
But a pretended friend is worse. 

Gay's Fables. 

For when a smiling face doth cloak deceit, 
It is our duty to expose the cheat. 

J. T. Watsos. 



DECLARATION — PROPOSAL. 

Thou — thou hast metamorphos'd me ; 
Made me neglect my studies, lose my time, 
War with good counsel, set the world at nought, 
Made me with musing weak, heart-sick with thought. 

Shakspeaue, 
Helen, I love thee ; by my life I do : 
I swear by that, which 1 will lose for thee, 
To prove him false, that says I love thee not. 



Perdition seize my soul, but I do love thee ! 



SlIAKSPEARB 

Shakspeare. 



On your hand, that pure altar, I vow, 

Though I 've look'd, and have lik'd and have left, — 
That I never have loved till now ! 



M. G. Lewis, 



I know thou doom'st me to despair 
Nor wilt, nor canst relieve me ; 

But, ah, Eliza, hear my prayer, — 
For pity's sake, forgive me ! 

By day or night, in weal or wo, 
This heart, no longer free, 

Must bear the love it cannot show, 
And, silent, ache for thee. 



Burns 



BvRoy 



DEFIANCE. ISA 

I court others in verse, but I love thee in prose, 
They have my whimsies, but thou hast my heart. 

Prior 
Why should I blush to own I love ? — 
*T is love that rules the realms above ; 
Why should I blush to say to all, 
That virtue holds my heart in thrall? 

Henry Kirk White. 



DEFIANCE 

I do defy him, and spit at him ; 

Call him — a slanderous coward, and a villain. 

Shakspeare. 
Must I give way and room to your rash choler? 
Shall I be frighted, when a madman stares ? 

Shakspeare 

Torture thou may'st, but thou shalt ne'er despise me ; 
The blood will follow where the knife is driven ; 
The flesh wil] quiver where the pincers tear ; 
And sighs and cries by nature grow on pain : 
But these are foreign to the soul ; not mine 
The groans tha issue, or the tears that fall ; 
They disobey me ; — on the rack I scorn thee ! 

Young. 

Be nalts, and turns with clenched hand, 
And shouts of loud defiance pours, 
And shaKeo his gauntlet at the towers. 

Scott's Marmion 

Come one, come all — this rock shall fly 
From its firm base as s^on as I. 

Scott's Marmion 



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186 DELAY- PROCRASTINATION. 



DELA 7 — PROCRASTINATION. 

O, nay good lord, that comfort comes too late : 
*Tis like a pardon after execution ; 
That gentle physic, given in time, had cur'd me ; 
But now I 'm ^jast all comfort here but prayers. 

Shakspeare. 



Suckling. 



Your gift is princely, but it comes too late, 
And falls like sunbeams on a blasted blossom. 

Shun delays, they breed remorse ; 

Take thy time, while time is lent thee ; 
Creeping snails have weakest force ; 

Fly their fault, lest thou repent thee. 
Good is best when soonest wrought, 
Lingering labours come to nought. 

Southwell* 

Be wise to-day : 't is madness to defer ; 
Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; 
Thus on till wisdom is push'd out of life. 

Young's Night Thoughts 

Procrastination is the thief of time : 
Year after year it steals, till all are fled, 
And to the mercies of a moment leaves 
The vast concerns of an eternal scene. 

Young's Night TlioughU 

Think not to-morrow still shall be your care ; 
Alas ! to-morrow like to-day will fare. 
Reflect that yesterday's to-morrow 's o'er, — 
Thus one " to-morrow," one " to-morrow" more, 
Have seen long years before them fade away, 
nd still appear no nearer trnn to-day. 

GiffordV Pf»T9&m 



DELICACY. 1S7 

Oh ! how many deeds 
Of deathless virtue, and immortal crime, 
The world had wanted, had the actor said 
I will do this to-morrow ! 

Lord John Russell 



DELICACY. 

Like the lily, 

That once was mistress of the field, and flourish'd, 

I '11 hang my head, and perish. 

Shakspeare 

Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, 
She sparkled. 

Young's Night Thoughts 

May the snowy wings 

Of innocence and love protect thee ! 

Akenside. 

Ah ! little will the lip reveal 

Of all the burning heart may feel. 

Miss L. E. Landon. 
Her eye may grow dim, and her cheek may grow pale, 
But tell they not both the same fond tale? — . • 
Love's lights have fled from her eye and her cheek, 
To burn and die on the heart which they seek. 

Miss L, E. Landon. 

She bore herself 
So gently, that the lily on its stalk 
Bends not so easily its dewy head. 



J. G. Perch al. 



Sweet beauty sleeps upon thy brow 
And floats before my eyes ; 

As meek and pure as do\ r es art thou, 
Or beings of the skies 



Robert Morris 



185 DESIGN - INTENTION - DESPAIR, 

I dare not think, thou lovely maid, 
Thy soul-lit beauty e'er shall fade ; 
Sure, life and love must stay with thee, 
Chain'd by thy potent witchery. 



Mrs. Child 



DESIGN — INTENTION. 



I do believe you think what now you speak, * 

But what we do determine oft' we break: 

Purpose is but the slave to memory, . 

Of violent birth, but poor validity ; 

Which now, like fruits unripe, sticks on the tree, 

But fall, unshaken, when they mellow be. 

Shakspeare. 
He that intends well, yet deprives himself 
Of means to put his good thoughts into deeds, 
Deceives his purpose of the due reward. 

Beaumont and Fletcher. 
When any great designs thou dost intend, 
Think on the means, the manner, and the end. 

Denham, 
When men's intents are wicked, their guilt haunts them, 
But when they're just, they're arm'd, and nothing daunts 
them. 

MlDDLETON. 

Honest designs 
Justly resemble our devotions, 
Which we must pay, and wait fbr the reward. 

Sir R. Howard 

DESPAIR. 

It were all one, 
That I should love a bright particular star, 
And think to wed it. 

Shaksfeasjs 



DESPAIk. 139 

Canst thou not minister to a mine 3 diseased; 
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; 
Raze out the written tablets of the brain ; 
Cleanse the foul bosom of that perilous stuff, 
Which weighs upon the heart? 

ShAKSPEARE. 

Despair 
Gives courage to the weak. Resolv'd to die, 
He fears no more, but rushes on his foes, 
And deals his deaths around. 

Somervile's Chase. 

Lean abstinence, pale grief, and haggard care, 
The dire attendants of forlorn despair. 

Pattison. 

So farewell, hope, and with hope farewell fear ; 
Farewell remorse ; all good to me is lost ; 
Evil, be thou my good ! 

Milton's I aradise Lost. 

My loss is such as cannot be repair' d, 
And to' the wretched, life can be no mercy. 

Dryden. 

Talk not of comfort — 't is for lighter ills ; 
I will indulge my sorrow, and give way 
To all the pangs and fury of despair. 

Addison's Cato 

But desperate is their doom whom doubt has driven 

Tc censure fate, and pious hope forego ; 
Like yonder blasted boughs by lightning riven, 

Perfection, beauty, life, they never know, 
But frown on all who pass, a monument of woe. 

Beattie's JMinstreL 
Mine after-life ! what is mine after-life ? 
My day is closed ! the gloom of night is come ! 
A hopeless darkness settles o'er my fate ! 

Joanna Bailllb 



ISO DESPAIR. 

Alas ! the breast that inly bleeds, 
Has nought to fear from outward blow . 
Who falls from all he knows of bliss, 
Cares little into what abyss. 

Byron's Giaour. 
Go, when the hunter's hand hath wrung 
From forest cave her shrieking young, 
Ar.d calm the lonely lioness — 
But soothe not, mock not my distress ! 

Byron's Giaour 
Despair defies even despotism ; there is 
That in my heart would make its way thro' hosts 
With levell'd spears. 

Byron's Two Foscari 
My mother earth ! 
And thou, fresh breaking day ! and you, ye mountains ! 
Why are ye beautiful ! I cannot love ye! 
And thou, the bright eye of the universe, 
That open'st over all, and unto all 
Art a delight — thou shin'st not on my heart ! 

Byron's Manfred. 
My solitude A s solitude no more, 
But peopled with the furies ; I have gnash'd 
My teeth in darkness till returning morn, 
Then curs'd myself at sunset ! I have pray'd 
For madness as a blessing — 't is denied me ! 

Byron's Manfred. 
They, who have nothing more to fear, may well 
Indulge a smile at that which once appall'd, 
As children at discover'd bugbears. 

Byron's Sa-danapalus. 
Hope is a willing slave — despair is free. 

R. Dawes 
One long, loud shriek swell'd on the air, 

The drilling crv of dark despair, 
And all was sad and silent there. 

Mrs. C. H. W. Ess.mo, 



DESTI1S Y - FATE - NECESSITY. 



191 



She stands, as stands the stricken deer 

Check'd midway in the fearful chase. 
When bursts upon his eye and ear 
The gaunt, grey robber, baying near 
Between it and its hiding-place- — 
While still behind, with yell and blow, 
Sweeps, like a storm, the coming foe. 

The fond illusions I have cherish' d — 

Anticipations once so fair — 
Calmly I hear they all have perish'd— 

But 'tis the calmness of despair. 

What next ? I know not, do not care — 
Come pain or pleasure, weal or woe,— 

There 's nothing which I cannot bear, 
Since I have borne this withering blow. 



J, G. Whittle r. 



J. T. Watson. 



J. T Watson. 



DESTINY — FATE — NECESSITY. 

Who, then, can strive w r ith strong necessity, 

That holds the w T orld in his still changing state ? 

Spenser's Fairy Queen. 

What fate imposes, men must needs abide ; 

It boots not to resist both wind and tide. 

Shakspeare. 

"T is necessity 
To which the gods must yield ; and I obey, 
Till I redeem it by some glorious way. 

Beaumont and Fletcher 

Alas ! \vhat,stay is there in human state, 
Or who can shun inevitable fate ? 
The doom was written, the decree was past, 
Ere the foundations of the world were cast. 

T>RYDE* 



19$. DESTRUCTION -RUIN 

Fatal necessity is never known, 

Until it strike ; and, till that blow be come, 

Who falls, s by false visions overthrown. 

Lord Brookb 

When fear admits no hope of safety, then 
Necessity makes dastards valiant men. 

Herrick. 

Well, well — the world must turn upon its axis, 
And all mankind turn with it, heads or tails, 
Az?4 live and die, make love, and pay our taxes 
And, as the veering wind shifts, shift our sails. 

Byron's Don Juan. 
We are the victims of its iron rule, 
The warm and beating human heart its tool ; 
And man, immortal, god-like, but its fool. 

Miss Lanbon. 

Fate is above us all ; 
We struggle, but what matters our endeavour ? 
Our doom is gone beyond our own recall ; 
May we deny or mitigate it ?— Never ! 

Miss Landon 

While warmer souls command, nay, make their fate. 
Thy fate made thee, and forc'd. thee to be great. 

MoOREc 



DESTRUCTION — RUIN. 

See die wide waste of all-devouring years ! 
How Rome her own sad sepulchre appears ! 
With nodding arches, broken temples spread ! 
The very tombs r ow vanish'd, like their de*d ! 

Pope's Moral Esmys. 
They tore away some weeds, 't is true, 
But all the flowers were ravish'd too. 

Moors 



DETERMINATION -RESOLUTION, &c. I! 

High towers, fair temples, goodly theatres, 

Strong walls, rich porches, princely palaces, 
Fine streets, brave houses, sacred sepulchres, 

Sure gates, sweet gardens, stately galleries — 
All these, (Oh, pity !) now are turn'd to dust, 
And overgrown with black Oblivion's rust. 

Spenser's Fairy Queen. 
Their sceptres broken and their swords in rust. 

Byron's Childe Harold 
Where her high steeples whilom used to stand, 

On which the lordly falcon wont to tower, 
There now is but a heap of lime and sand, 
For the screech-owl to build her baleful bower. 

Spenser's Ruins of Time. 



DETERMINATION — RESOLUTION, &c. 

Let come what will, I mean to bear it out, 

And either live with glorious victory, 

Or die with fame, renown 'd for chivalry. 

He is not worthy of the honey-comb, 

That shuns the hive, because the bees have stings. 

Shakspearb. 
Experience teacheth us 
That resolution 's a sole help at need. 

Shakspearb 
Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed ; 
For what I will, I will— and there 's an end. 

Although 

The air of Paradise did fan the house, 

And angels offic'd all, I will be gone. 

Shakspearb. 

[ 'il speak to it, though hell itself should gape, 
And bid me hold my peace. 

Shakspearb. 



Shakspearb* 



194 DETRACTION - DINNER - DISAPPOINTMENT. 

All the soul 
Of man is resolution, which expires 
Never, from valiant men, tiiJ their last breath ; 
And then ? t is wrti it like a flame extinguish' d 
For want of maUer — it does not die, but 
Rather ceases to live. 

Chafmaw. 
Entice the sun 
From his ecliptic line — he shall obey 
Your beck, and wander from his sphere, ere I 

From my resolves. 

Baron 

Men make resolves, and pass into decrees 

The motions of the mind : with how much ease, 

In such resolves, doth passion make a flaw, 

And bring to nothing what was rais'd to law ! 

Cl-IURCIIIIX. 



DETRACTION. — (See Calumny.) 



DINNER. — (See Appetite.) 



DISAPPOINTMENT. 

My May of life 
Is fallen in the sere, the yellow leaf; 
And that which should accompany old age, 
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, 
I must not look to have, but, in their stead, 
Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, breath, 
Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not. 

Shakspearjs, 
Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour. 

Shakspears. 



DISAPI 3IISTMENT. 195 

While in he dark on thy soft hand I hung, 
And heara the tempting syren in thy tongue, 
What flame;:, what darts, what anguish I endur'd ! 
But when the candle enter'd, I was cur'd. 

JFrom Martial. 
ImpelFd witn steps unceasing to pursue 
Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view, 
That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, 
Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies. 

Goldsmith's Traveller. 
Those high-built hopes that crush us by their fall. 

Campbell. 

Successful love may sate itself away, 

The wretched are the faithful ; 't is their fate, 
To have all feelings, save the one, decay, 
And every passion into one dilate. 

Byron's Lament of Tasso. 
Thus ever fade my fairy dreams of bliss. 

Byron's Corsair. 
I loved her well ; I would have loved her better, 
Had love been met with love : as 't is, I leave her 
To brighter destinies, if so she deems them. 

Byron's Heaven and Earth, 

O! ever thus from childhood's hour, 

I 've seen my fondest hopes decay ; 
1 never lov'd a tree or flower, 

But 't was the first to fade away , 

Moore's Lalla RooTifu 
Oh ! that a dream so sweet, so long enjoy'd, 
Should be so sadly, cruelly destroy'd ! 

Moore'? Lalla Rookh. 
The hopes my soul had cherish'd 

Have wither'd one by one, 
And, tho' life's flowers have perish'd, 
I'm left to linger on! 

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196 DISAPPOINTMENT 

Such gather'd dust, when they had hop'd to see 

The richest fruits ; the buds that prornis'd fair 
Were early blasted, or but grew to be 
A mockery — a harvest of despair. 

W. C. Lodob 
I will love her no more — it is heathenish thus 
To bow to an idol that bends not to us ; 
Which heeds not, which hears not, which recks not for aught 
That the worship of years to its altar has brought. 

C. F. Hoffman. 
Hope, cheated too often when life 's in its spring, 
From the bosom that nurs'd it for ever takes wing ; 
And memory comes, as its promises fade, 
To brood o'er the havoc that passion has made. 

C. F. Hoffman. # 
I knew not how I lov'd thee — no ! 
I knew it not till all was o'er — 
Until thy lip had told me so — 
Had told me I must love no more ! 

C. F. Hoffman. 
The conflict is over — the struggle is past, 
I have look'd — I have lov'd — I have worshipp'd my last; 
And now back to the world, and let fate do her worst 
On the heart that for thee such devotion hath nurs'd. 
To thee its best feelings were trusted away, 
And life hath hereafter not one to betray. 

C. F. Hoffman. 
Ay, such is man's philosophy when woman is untrue, 
The loss of one but teaches him to make another do. 



Oh ! I am sick of this dark world, 

My heart, my best affections blighted, 
My sails of joy for ever furl'd, 

My dawning hopes so soon benighted. 

J H. McIlvahi 



DISAPPOINTMENT. 197 

The blighted prospects of an anxious life. 

Charles Spraguk 
We have cherish'd fair hopes, we have plotted brave scheme* 
We have liv'd till we find them illusive as dreams ; 
Wealth has melted like snow, that we grasp in our hand, 
And the steps we have climb'd have departed like sand. 

Epes Sargent 
Farewell ! my life may wear a careless smile, 

My words may breathe the very soul of lightness; 
But the touch'd heart must deeply feel the while, 

That life hath lost a portion of its brightness ; 
And woman's love shall never be a chain, 
To bind me to its nothingness again. 

Epes Sargent. 
The best enjoyment is half disappointment 
To that wo mean, or would have in this world. 

Bailey's Festus. 
These were our hopes, but all our hopes are fled. 



Not every flower that blossoms 

Diffuses sweets around ; 
Not every scene hope gilds with light 

Will fair be found. 

Mrs. S.. J. Haus. 
But it is past — bright, transient gleam 

Of sunshine in life's dreary waste; 
Even as some haif-remember'd dream 

Of happier times, — 't is past — 't is past ! 

J. T. Watson. 
As poison will sometimes cure poison. 

As a nail other nails will expel, 

This love you need not make a noise on, 

For anjther may do just as well. 

J. T. Watson, 



DISCONTENT. — (See Contentment.) 
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198 DISCRETION - DISEASE, &o. 



DISCRETION. — (See Caution.) 



DISEASE — HEALTH — PHYSICIAN, &c. 

There never yet was a philosopher, 

Who could endure the toothache patiently. 

Shakspeare. 

By medicines life may be prolong'd, yet death 
Will seize the Doctor too. 

Shakspeare. 
About his shelves, 
A beggarly account of empty boxes, 
Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds, 
Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses, 
Were thinly scatter'd to make up a show. 

Shakspeare. 
Out, ye impostors ! 
Quack -salving, cheating mountebanks — your skill 
Is to make sound men sick, and sick men kill. 

Massincer 
The; are 
Made of all terms and shreds ; no less beliers 
Of great men's favours, than their own vile med'cines, 
Which they will utter upon monstrous oaths : 
Selling that drug for two pence, ere they part, 
Which they have valued at twelve crowns before. 

Ben Jonscn, 
For men are brought to worse distresses, 
By taking physic, than diseases ; 
And therefore commonly recover, 
As soon as doctojs give them over. 

Butler's Iludibra&. 



DISEASE - HEALT H - PHYSICIAN. 199 

Wounds by the wider wounds are heaFd, 
And poisons by themselves expell'd. 

Butler's Hudibras 

All maladies, 
Of ghastly spasm, or racking torture, qualms 
Of heartsick agony ; all feverish kinds ; 
Convulsions, epilepsies, fierce catarrhs ; 
Intestine stone and ulcers : cholic pangs, 
Demoniac phrensy, moping melancholy, 
And moonstruck madness; pining atrophy, 
Marasmus, and wide-wasting pestilence: 
Dropsies, and asthmas, and joint-racking rheums. 

Milton. 

Th' ingredients of health and long life are 
Great temperance, open air, 
Easy labour, little care. 

Sir Philip Sidney. 

The surest road to health, say what they will, 
Is never to suppose we shall be ill ; — 
Most of those evils we poor mortals know, 
From doctors and imagination flow. 



Churchill. 



Nor love, nor honour, wealth, nor power, 
Can give the heart a cheerful hour, 
When health is lost. Be timely wise ; 
With health all taste of pleasure flies. 

Next Gout appears, with limping pace, 
Which often shifts from place to place : 
From head to foot how swift he flies, 
And ev'ry joint and sinew plies ; 
Still working, when he seems supprest, 
A most tenacious, stubborn guest. 



Gay's Fabler 



Gay's Fables. 



200 DISEASE - HEALTH - PHYSICIAN. 

That dire disease, whose ruthless power 
Withers the'beauty's transient flower. 

Goldsmith. 
Fever and pain, and pale, consumptive care. 

Goldsmith. 
The power of words, and soothing sounds, appease 
The raging pain, and lessen the disease. - 

Francis' Horace 
And then the sigh, he would suppress, 
Of fainting nature's feebleness, 
More slowly drawn, grew less and less. 

Byron's Prisoner of Chillon. 
A cheek, whose bloom 
Was as a mockery of the tomb, 
Whose tints as gently sunk away 
As a departing rainbow's ray. 

Byron's Prisoner of Chillon, 

Sickness sits cavern'd in his hollow eye. 

Byron. 
Oh ! there is sweetness in the mountain air, 
And life, which bloated ease may never hope to share. 

Byron's Childe Harold. 
This is the way physicians mend or end us, 

Secundem artem : — but although we sneer 
In health— when sick, we call them to attend us, 
Without the least propensity to jeer. 

Byron's Don Juan. 
Hers was a beauty that made sad the eye, 
Bright, but fast fading, like a twilight sky: 
The shape so finely, delicately frail, 
As form'd for climes unruffled by a gale ; 
The lustrous eye, through which look'd forth the soul, 
Bright and more brightly as it near'd the goal ; 
The waning beauty, the funereal charms, 
With which Death steals his bride into his arms. 

The N°w Timoi* 



DISHONESTY - ROGUES - THIEVES. 201 

Along her cheek the deep'ning red 
Told where the fev'risb hectic fed; 

And yet each token gave 
To the mild beauty of her face, 
A newer and a dearer grace, 

Unwarning of the grave. 

J. G. Whit iter. 



DISHONESTY — ROGUES -THIEVES. 

p 
Ay, sir ; to be honest, as this world goes, 

Is to be one pick'd out of ten thousand. 



Thieves for their robbery have authority, 
When judges steal themselves. 



Shakspeare. 



Shakspeare. 



I'll example you with thievery : 
The sun 's a thief, and wnh his great attraction 
Robs the vast sea ; the moun 's an arrant thief, 
And her pale face she snatches from the sun ; 
The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves 
The moon into salt tears ; the earth 's a thief, 
That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen 
From general excrement ; each thing 's a thief. 

Shakspeare. 
Nay, take my life and all, pardon not that ; 
You take my house, when you do take the prop 
That doth sustain my house : you take my life, 
"Wh^i. you do take the means whereby I live. 

Shakspeare 
Lands, mortgag'd, may return, and more esteemed ; 
But honesty once pawn'd is ne'er redeem'd. 

MlDDLETON 

The man who pauses in his honesty 
Wants little of the villain. 

Martyr 



802 



DISPLEASURE. 



Rogues as they were, themselves they would not roh— 
Vict in the heart some virtue always leaves — 

And, though they'd thank the public for a job, 

They, 'mongst themselves, were honourable thieves ! 

J. T. Watson 



DISPLEASURE, 

If she do frown, 'tis no*, in hate of you— * 

But rather to beget more love in you. 

If she do cnide, 't is not to have you gone 

O • why rebuke you him, who loves you so? 
Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe. 

Go, speak not to me ; even now begone ! 

No cloud 
Of anger shall remain, but peace assur'd, 
And reconcilement. 

Do not blast my springing hopes, 
That thy kind hand has planted in my soul. 

'T is then the mind, from bondage free, 

And all its former weakness o'er, 
Asserts its native dignity, 

And scorns what folly priz'd before. 

Cartwriciit. 
And to be wroth with one we love, 
Doth work like madness in the brain. 

Coleridge's Chnstabd 
O where are the bright-beaming glances I miss ! 



SlIAKSPEARB, 

Shakspeare. 
Shakspeare. 

MlLTOM. 

Rowe. 



DISPOSITION - DISSENSION - DISTANCE. 203 

Farewell ! the tie is broken — thou, 
With all thou wert to me, hast parted ! 

N. P. Willis 
Cast my heart's gold into the furnace flame, 
And, if it come not thence refin'd and pure, 
I'll be a bankrupt to thy hope, and heaven 
Shall shut its gates on me ! 

Mrs. L. H. Sigourney 



DISPOSITION- — (See Character.) 



DISSENSION. 

Alas ! how light a cause may move 
Dissension, between hearts that love ! 



MOORE 



A something light as air — a look — 

A word unkind, or wrongly taken — 
Oh ! love, that tempest never shook, 

A breath, a touch like this, hath shaken. 

Moore 
Though light cause may move 
Dissensions between hearts that love, 
[s it not true, a cause as light 
May severM hearts again unite, 
In truer, kindlier harmony 
Than felt before. 



DISTANCE. 

T is distance lends enchantment to the view, 
And clothes the mountain in its azure huo. 

Campbell's Pleasures of Hope. 



204 DOMESTIC AFFAIRS. HOME. 

If earth's whole orb, by some due distanc'd »»ve, 
Were seen at once, her tow'ring Alps would sink, 
And leveiTd Atlas leave an even sphere. 

Young's Kigh! Thoughts 



DOMESTIC AFFAIRS — HOME, 

Home is the resort 
Of love, of joy, of peace, and plenty, where, 
Supporting and supported, polish'd friends, 
And dear relations mingle into bliss. 

Thomson's Season* 

Domestic happiness ! thou only bliss 
Of Paradise, that has surviv'd the fall ! 
Though few now taste thee unimpair'd and free, 
Or, testing, long enjoy thee ; too infirm, 
Or too incautious, to preserve thy sw T eets 
Unmix'd with drcps of bitter. 

Cowper's Task* 

His warm but simple home, where he enjoys, 
With her who shares his pleasure and his heart, 
Sweet converse. 

Cowper's Task. 

Man, through all ages of revolving time, 
Unchanging man, in every varying clime, 
Deems his own land of every land the pride, 
Belov'd by heaven o'er all the world beside: 
His home the spot of earth supremely blest, 
A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest. 

J. Montgomery. 

Around, in sympathetic mirth, 

Its tricks the kitten tries, 
The cricket chirrups on the hearth, 

The crackling faggot ilies. 

Goldsmith. 



DOMESTIC AFFAIRS - HOME. 20© 

With secret course which no loud storms annoy, 
Glides the smooth current of domestic joy. 

Goldsmith's Traveller 
Thou spot of earth, where from my bosom 

The fiist weak tones of nature rose, 
Wherr first I cropp'd the stainless blossom 

Of pleasure, yet unmix'd with woes ; 
Where, with my new-born powers delighted, 

1 tripp'd beneath a mother's hand — 
In thee the quenchless flame was lighted, 
That sparkles for my native land. 

Walker — From the Danish* 
'T is sweet to hear the watch-dog r s honest bark 

Bay deep-mouth'd welcome as we draw near home; 
T is sweet to know there is an eye will mark 
Our coming, and look brighter when we come. 

Byron's Don Juan. 
He enter'd in his house — his home no more, 

For without hearts there is no home — and felt 
The solitude of passing his own door 
Without a welcome. 

Byron's Don Juan. 
The parted bosom clings to wonted home, 
If aught, that 's kindred, cheer the welcome hearth. 

Byron's Childe Harold. 

I've wander'd on thro' many a clime where flowers of 

beauty grew, 
Where all was blissful to the heart and lovely to the view— 
I've seen them in their twilight pride, and in their dress of 

morn, 
Cut none appear'd so sweet to me as the spot where I wa3 

born. 



'Mid pleasures and palaces tho' we may roam, 

Be it ever so humble, there 'sm place like home. 

J. H. Payn^. 
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SO* DOUBT - DRAMA - DREAMS - SLEEP. 

How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, 
When fond recoPection recalls them to view : — 

The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild wood, 
And every lov'd spot which my infancy knew. 

Samuel Wood worth. 

A neat little cottage in front of a grove, 

Where in youth they first gave their young hearts up to lore. 

Was the solace of age, and to them doubiy dear, 

As it calPd up the past with a smile or a tear. 



And oh, the atmosphere of home ! how bright 
It floats around us when we sit together, 
Under a bower of vine in summer weather, 
Or round the hearth-stone on a winter's night ! 

Park Benjamin. 
Who, that in distant lands has chanc'd to roam, 
N.j'er thrill' d with pleasure at the name of home ? 

J. T. Watson. 



DOUBT. — (See Credulity.) 



DT A MA. — (See Actors.) 



DREAMS — SLEEP. 

If I !Tiay trust the flatt'ring eye of sleep, 

My dreams presage some joyful news to-morrow. 

SlIAKSITARB. 

Dreams are but children of an idle brain, 
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy. 

Shaksfeare, 
Thus have I had thee, as a dream will flatter, 
In sleep n king, but, waking, no such matter, 

SwAJKSPEAREi 



DREAMS -SLEEP. 207 

Come sleep, O sleep ! the certain knot of peace, 

The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe ; 
The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, 
The impartial judge between the high and low. 

Sir Philip Sidney, 
Dreams are but interludes, which fancy makes ; 
When monarch reason sleeps, this mimic wakes ; 
And many monstrous forms in sleep we see, 
Which neither were, nor are, nor e'er can be. 

Dryden. 
Tir'd nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep ! 
He, like the world, his ready visit pays, 
Where fortune smiles — the wretched he forsakes. 

Young's Night Thoughts, 
When tir'd with vain rotations of the day, 
Sleep winds us up for the succeeding dawn. 

Young's Night Thoughts- 
Kind sleep affords 
The only boon the wretched mind can feel ; 
A momentary respite from despair. 

Murphy. 
Oh! thou best comforter of the sad heart, 

When fortune's spite assails — come, gentle sleep, 
The weary mourner soothe ! For well the art 
Thou know'st in soft forgetfulness to steep 
The eyes which sorrow taught to watch and weep. 

Mrs. Tighe's Psyche. 
Sleep is no servant of the will ; 

It has caprices of its own : 
When courted most it lingers still, 
When most pursued 'tis swiftly gone. 

Bo wring — From the Spanish 
To each and all, a fair good-night. 
And rosy dreams, and slumbers light! 

Scott 



208 DREAMS -SLEEP, 

Well may dreams present us fictions. 
Since our waking moments teem 

With such fanciful convictions, 
As make life itself a dream. 

Tho' 'tis all but a dream at the best, 
And still when happiest soonest o'er, 

Yet e'en in a dream to be blest, 
Is so sweet that I ask for no more. 



Campbeli. 



Moore / 



Again in that accustom'd couch must creep, 
Where joy subsides, and sorrow sighs to sleep, 
And man, o'erlabour'd whh his being's strife, 
Shrinks to that sweet forgetfulness of life : — 
There lie love's feverish hopps, and cunning's guile, 
Hate's working brain, and lull'd ambition's wile ; 
O'er each vain eye oblivion's pinions wave, 
And quench'd existence crouches in a grave. 

Byron's Lara* 
My slumbers — if I slumber — are not sleep, 
But a continuance of enduring thought, 
Which then I can resist not. 

Byron's Manfred* 

I would recall a vision which T dream'd, 
Perchance in sleep, for in itself a thought, 
A slumb'ring thought, is capable of years, 
And curdles a long life into one hour. 

Byron's Dream 

And dreams in their development have breath, 
And tears, and torture, and the touch of joy ; 
They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, 
They take a weight from off our waking toils ; 
They do divide our being; they become 
A portion of ourselves as of our time, 
And look like heralds of eternity. 

Byron's Dream 



DRESS. 209 

The sweet siesta of a summer's day 



Byron's Island. 



Alas ! that dreams are only dreams ! 

That fancy cannot give 
A lasting beauty to those forms, 

Which scarce a moment live ! 



Ruvus Dawes. 



But ah! 'tis gone, 'tis gone, and never 

Mine such waking bliss can be ; • 
Oh ! I would sleep, would sleep for ever, 

Could I thus but dream of thee ! 

Frisbie. 

Where his thoughts on the pinions of fancy shall roam, 
And in slumber revisit his love and his home — 
When the eyes of affection with tenderness gleam; — 
Oh ! who would awake from so blissful a dream ? 

W. Kelly. 

When sleep's calm wing is on my brow, 

And dreams of peace my spirit lull, 
Before me, like a misty star, 

That form floats dim and beautiful. 

G. D. Prentice. 

Strange ;s the power of dreams ! who has not felt, 
When in the morning light such visions melt, 
How the veil'd soul, tho' struggling to be free, 
RuTd by that deep, unfathom'd mystery, 
"Wakes, haunted by the thoughts of good or ill, 
Whose shading influence pursues us still ? 

Mrs. Norton's Dream* 



DRESS. — (See Apparel.) 
18* 



210 DRINKING - WINE, &c. 



DR.NKING — WINE — TEMPERANCE, &c. 

A surfeit of the sweetest things 
The deepest loathing to the stomach brings. 

SllAKSPEAR* 

Oh, that men should put an enemy in 
Their mouths, to steal away their brains ! that we 
Should, with joy, pleasance, revel and applause, 
Transform ourselves to beasts ! 

Shakspeare. 

They were red-hot with drinking ; 
So full of valour, that they smote the air 
For breathing in their faces ; beat the ground 
For kissing of their feet. 

Shakspeare 

Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty ; 
For, in my youth, I never did apply 
Hot and rebellious liquors to my blood ; 
Nor did I, with unbashful forehead, woo 
The means of weakness and debility ; 
Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, 
Frosty but kindly. 

SHAKSrEARE. 

In what thou eat'st and drinkest seek from thence 
Due nourishment, not gluttonous delight ; 
So thou may'st live till, like ripe fruit, thou drop 
Into thy mother's lap, or be with ease 
Gather'd, not harshly pluck'd, for death matuie. 

Milton 
For swinish gluttony 
Ne'er looks to heaven amidst her gorgeous feast, 
But with bt sotted, base ingratitude' 
Crams, ant? bhsphemes his feeder 

VTtlton ? «s Com\i* 



DRINKING -WINE &c. 211 

If al the world 
Should, in a pet of Temperance, feed on pulse, 
Drink the clear stream, and nothing wear but frieze, 
Th' All-Giver would be unthank'd, would be unprais'd, 
Not half his riches known, and yet despis'd ; 
And we should serve him as a grudging master, 
And a penurious niggard of his wealth. 

Milton's Comus. 

Nature, good cateress, 
Means her provision only to the good, 
That live according to her sober laws, 
And holy dictates of spare Temperance. 

Milton's Comus 

The modest maid 
But coyly sips, and blushing drinks, abash 'd. 

SOMERVILE 

He, who the rules of temperance neglects, 
From a good cause may produce vile effects. 

TlJKE. 

If men would shun swoln fortune's ruinous blasts, 
Let them use temperance : nothing violent lasts. 

W. Strachey. 
The joy which wine can give, like smoky fires, 
Obscures their sight, whose fancy it inspires. 

, Aaron Hill 

'T is to thy rules, O Temperance ! that we owe 
Ah pleasures that from health and strength can flow. 

Mary Chandler, 
Earth's coarsest bread, the garden's humblest roots, 
And scarce the summer's luxury of fruits, 
I J is short repast in humbleness supply 
\\ 7 ilh all a hermit's boprd would scarce deny; 
But, while he shuns the grosser joys of sense. 
His mind seems nourish'd by that abst.mence. 

Byron's Cor soil 



212 DRINKING -WINE, &c. 

Man, being reasonable, must get drunk : 

The best of life is but intoxication ; 
Glory, the grape, love, gold, — in these are sunk 
The hopes of all men, and of every nation. 

Byron's Don Juan 
He spent his days in riot most uncouth, 
And vex'd with mirth the drowsy ear of night. 

Byron's C/u'lde Harold, 
Which cheers the sad, revives the old, inspires 
The young, makes Weariness forget his toil, 
And Fear her danger ; opens a new world, 
'When this, the present, palls. 

Byron's Sardanapalus, 
Fill the bright goblet, spread the festive board, 

Summon the gay, the noble, and the fair; 
Thro' the loud hall, in joyous concert pour'd, 
Let mirth and music sound the dirge of Care. 

, Scott. 

The gen'rous wine bnngs joy divine, 

And beauty charms our soul ; 
I, while on earth, will still with mirth, 

Drink — beauty and the bowl ! 

E. McKey. 

What cannot wine perform ? It brings to light 
The secret soul ; it bids the coward fight ; 
Gives being to our hopes, and from our hearts 
Drives out dull sorrow, and inspires new arts ; 
Even in th' oppressive grasp of poverty, 
It can enlarge, and bid the soul be free. 

Francis' Horace* 
Could ev'ry drunkard, ere he sits to dine, 
Feel in his head the dizzy fumes of wine, 
No more would Bacchus chain the willing soui, 
But Joathing horroi shun the poison'd bowl. 

Merivale's Clearchui* 



DUTY -EATING. 213 

Thou sparkling bowl ! thou sparkling bowl ! 

Though lips of bards thy brim may press, 
Aad eyes of beauty o'er thee roll, 

And song and dance thy power confess — 
1 will not touch thee ; for there clings 
A scorpion ti thy side that stings. 

John Pierpont 

Inspiring John Barleycorn, 
What dangers dost thou make us scorn ! 



'Tis when the fancy-stirring bowl 
Doth wake its world of pleasure, 

That glowing fancies gild my soul, 
And life 's an endless treasure. 

Ah ! Brandy, Brandy ! bane of life, 
Spring of tumult, source of strife, 
Could I but half thy curses tell, 
The wise would wish thee safe in hell ! 



Blame not the bowl — the fruitful bowl, 
Whence wit and mirth and music spring, 

And amber drops Elysian roll, 
To bathe young Love's delighted wing. 

C. F. Hoffman 



-DUTY.— (See Conscience.) 



EATING. — (See Appetite.) 



2 1 4 ECHO - ECSTASY - TRANSPORT. 



ECHO. 

And ever-wakeful Echo here doth dwell, 

The nymph of sportive mockery, that still 
Hides behind every rock, in every dell, 

And softly glides, unseen, from hill to hill; 

No sound doth rise but mimic it she will — 
The sturgeon's splash repeating from the shoie, 

Aping the boy's voice with a voice as shrill, 
The bird's low warble, and the thunder's roar, 
Always she watches there, each murmur telling o'er. 

Theodore S. Fay 



ECSTASY — TRANSPORT. 

My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. 

Shakspeare. 

O'ercome with wonder, and oppress'd with joy : — 
This vast profusion of extreme delight, 
Rising at once, and bursting from despair, 
Defies the aid of words, and mocks description. 

LlLLO. 

For joy like this, death were a cheap exchange. 

iEscHYLus' Agamemnon, 
Tune your harps, 
Ye angels, to that sound ; and thou, my heart, 
Make room to entertain my fk wing joy ! 

Dryden 

She b'ds me hope ! and, in that charming word, 

Has peace and transport to my soul restor'd. 

Lord Lyttleton. 

My joy, my best belov'd, my only wish ! 

How shall I speak the transport of my soul ! 

Addison, 



EDUCATION - WISDOM <fcc. 215 

What sweet deJirium o'er his bosom stole ! 

Beattie's Minstrel 
No word was spoken, all was feeling — 
The silent transport of the heart. 

Levi Frisbie 

One hour of such bliss is a life ere it closes — 

9 T is one drop of fragrance from thousands of roses. 

P. M. Wetmore, 



EDUCATION — WISDOM — WIT ? &c 

Why did my parents send me to the schools, 
That I with knowledge might enrich my mind, 

Since the desire to learn first made men fools, 
And d ; d corrupt the root of all mankind? 

Spenser's Fairy Queen 

Will is the prince, and Wit the counsellor, 
Which do for common good in council sit, 

And, when Wit is resolv'd, Will lends her power, 
To execute what is desir'd by Wit. 

Davies' Immortality of the Soul. 

Learning b} study must be won ; 
'T was ne'er entail'd from sire to son. 

Gay's Fables. 

For what is truth and knowledge, but a kind 

Of wantonness and luxury of the mind ; 

A greediness and gluttony of the brain, 

That longs to eat forbidden fruit again ; 

And grows more desperate, like the worst diseases, 

Upon the nobler part, the mind, it seizes ? 

Butler, 

Besides 'tis known he could speak Greek 
As naturally as pigs squeak. 

BrTLER's Hudibm* 



316 EDUCATION -WISDOM, &c\ 

He was in logic a great critic, 

Profoundly skill'd in analytic ; 

He could distinguish and divide 

A hair 'twixt south and south-west side* 

Butler's Hudibra* 
Learning, that cobweb of tbe brain, 
Profane, erroneous, and vain : 
A trade of knowledge, as replete 
As others are with fraud and cheat: 
An art to encumber gifts and wit, 
And render both for nothing fit. 

Butler? s Hudibras 
The clouds may drop down titles and estates, 
Wealth may seek us — but wisdom must be sought. 

Young's Night Thoughts, 
For just experience tells in every soil, 
That those who think must govern those who toil. 

Goldsmith's Traveller 
Mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth. 

Goldsmith's Retaliation. 
Superior beings, when of late they sa\v 
A mortal man unfold all nature's law, 
Admir'd such wisdom in an earthly shape, 
And show'd a Newton, as we show an ape. 

Pope's Essay on Man* 
— Mingles with the friendly bowl 
The feast of reason, and the flow of soul. 

Pope 
Love seldom haunts the breast where learning Les. 

Pope 
A little learning is a dangerous thing ; 
Drink deep, or taste not, the Pierian spring; 
For shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, 
And drinking deeply sobers us again. 

Pope's Essay on Cntir&sm. 



EDI CATION - WISDOM, &c. 2P 

True wit is nature to advantage drest, 
That oft was thought, but ne'er so well exprest, 
Something whose truth, convinced at sight, we find, 
That gives us back the image of our mind. 

Pope's Essay on Criticism. 
What is it to be wise ? 
'Tis but to know how little can be known, 
To see all others' faults, and feel our own. 

Pope's Essay on Mark 
Nature and nature's laws lay hid in night ; 
God said, let Newton be ! and all was light. 

Pope, 
O'er nature's laws God cast the veil of night, 

Out blaz'd a Newton's soui — and all was light. 

Aaron Hill, 
His very name a title-page, and next 
His life a commentary on the text. 

WOODBRIDGE. 

He learn'd the arts of riding, fencing, gunnery, 
And how to scale a fortress or — a nunnery. 

Byron's Don Juan, 
The languages — especially the dead, 

The sciences — and most of all the abstruse, 
The arts — at least all such as could be said 
To be the most remote from common use. 

Byron's Don Juan, 
And stoic Franklin's energetic shade, 
Rob'd in the lightning which his hand allay'd. 

Byron's Jlge of Bronze. 
Sorrow is knowledge ; they, who know the most, 
Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth, 
The *.ree of knowledge is not that of life. 

Byron's Manfred, 
For Plato's love sublime, 
And all the wisdom of the Stagy rite, 
Enrich'd and beautified his studious mind. 

Wordsworth — From the IUttitm. 



21h EDUCATION -WISDOM, &c. 

For any man, with half an eye, 
What stands before him may espy 
But optics sharp it needs, I ween, 
To see what is not to be seen. 

Trumbull s McHngdL 
On every point, in earnest or in jest, 

His judgment, and his prudence, and his wit, 
Were deem'd the very touchstone, and the test 

Of what was proper, graceful, just, and fit. 

J. H. Frere. 
The wish to know — the endless thirst, 

Which even by quenching is awak'd, 
And which becomes or bless'd or curs'd, 

As is the fount whereat 't is slak'd. 

Moore's Loves of the JLngdi* 
Extremes of fortune are true wisdom's test, 
And he \s of men most wise, who bears them best. 

Cumberland's Philemon. 
Lur'd by its charms, he sits and learns to trace 
The midnight wanderings of the orbs of space ; 
Boidly he knocks at wisdom's inmost gate. 
With nature counsels, and communes witn fate. 

Charles Sprague, 
She had read 
Her father's well-fill'd library with profit, 
And could talk charmingly ; then she could sing 
And play too, passably, and dance with spirit; 
Yet she was knowing in all needle-work, 
And shont in dairy and in kitchen too, 
As in the parlour. 



J N. Barker. 



Youth it instructs, old age delights, 
Adorns prosperity, and when 

Of adverse fate we feel the blights, 
'Twill comiort and solace us then. 



J. T. Watson, 



EGOTISM -SELF. 219 



EGOTISM — SELF 



'Tie with our judgments as our watches ; none 
Are just alike, yet each believes his own. 

Pope's Essay on C riticlsm 
To observations which ourselves we make, 
We grow more partial for the observer's sake. 

Pope's Moral Essays 
Whate'er the passion, knowledge, fame, or pelf, 
No one will change his neighbour with himself; 
The learn'd is happy nature to explore, 
The fool is happy that he knows no more ; 
The rich is happy in the plenty given, 
The poor contents him with the care of heaven. 

Pope's Moral Essays, 
The selfish heart deserves the pain it feels, 
More generous sorrow, while it sinks, exalts ; 
And conscious virtue mitigates the pang. 

Young's Night Thoughts. 
All men think all men mortal but themselves. 

Young's Night Thoughts. 
In other men we faults can spy, 
And blame the mote that dims their eye ; 
Each little speck and blemish find ; 
To our own stronger errors blind. 

1 Gay's Fables. 

Fcr none more likes to hear himself converse. 

Byron's Don Juan 

What exile from himself can flee ? 

Byron's Childe Harold* 
Oh . wad some power the giftie gie us, 
To see ourseis as ithers see us f 



220 KLjlGA^.K 

Self is the medium least refin'd of all, 
Through which opinion's searching beams can fall : 
And, passing there, the clearest, steadiest ray, 
Will tinge its light, and turn its line astray. 

Moore 

For, as his own bright image he survey'd, 
He fell in love with the fantastic shade ; 
Ani o'er the fair resemblance hang unmov'd, 
Nor knew, fond youth, it was himself he lov'd. 

From Ovid. 

How often, in this cold and bitter world, 
Is the warm heart thrown back upon itself! 
Cold, careless are we of another's grief; 
We wrap ourselves in sullen selfishness. 

Miss L. E. Landon. 



ELEGANCE. 

The feeling heart, simplicity of life, 
And elegance, and taste. 

Trifles themselves are elegant in him. 



Thomson. 
Pope. 



To these resistless grace impart, 

That look of sweetness, form'd to please, 
That elegance, devoid of art, 

That dignity that 's lost in ease. 

Cartwright 
With all the wonders of external grace, 
A person finely turn'd, a mould, a face, 
Where (union rare,) expression's lively force, 
With beauty's softest magic, holds discourse. 

Chotohili. 



ELOQUENCE - ORATOR 22i 



ELOQUENCE — ORATOR. 



And when she spake 
Sweet *,vords like dropping honey, she did shed; 
And 'tvvixt the pearls and rubies softly break 
A silver sound, that heavenly music seem'd to make. 

Spenser's Fairy Queen. 
When he speaks, 
The air, a charter'd libertine, is still, 
And the mute wonder lurketh in men's ears, 
To steal his sweet and honey'd sentences. 

Shakspeare. 
And acred ears play truant at his tales, 
And younger hearings are quite ravished, 
So sweet and voluble is his discourse. 

Shakspeare. 
Power above powers ! O heavenly eloquence ! 

That, with the strong rein of commanding words, 
Dost manage, guide, and master th' eminence 
Of men's affections, more than all their swords ! 

Daniel. 
His tongue 
Oropp'd manna, and could make the worst appear 
The better reason, to perplex and dash 
Mat u rest counsels. 

Milton's Paradise Lost 

Men are more eloquent than women made, 
But women arc more powerful to persuade. 



Randolph 



Oh ! speak that again ! 
Sweet as the syrt n't tongue those accents fall, 
And charm me to my ruin. 

Your words arc like the notes of dying swans, 
Too sweet to last. 

19* 



Southern 



Dryden 



22* ELOQUENCE - ORATOR. 

As I listen'd to thee, 
The happy hours pass'd by us unperceiv'd, 
So was my s>ul fix'd to the soft enchantment. 

Rows 

[lis words of learned length and thundering sound, 
Amaz'd the gazing rustics rang'd around ; 
And still they gaz'd, and still the wonder grew, 
That one small head should carry all he knew. 

Goldsmith's Deserted JWuge. 
Here rills of oily eloquence in soft 
Meanders lubricate the course they take, 



CowrER. 



— The grand debate. 
The popular harangue, the tart reply, 
The logic, and the wisdom, and the wit, 
And the loud laugh — I long to know them all. 



CoWPER. 



For rhetoric, he could not ope 

His mouth, but out there flew a trope. 

Butler's Hudibras 
My listening powers 
Were aw'd, and every thought in silence hung, 
And wondering expectation. 



Akenside. 



Thy words had such a melting flow, 
And spoke of truth so sweetly well, 

They dropp'd like heaven's serenest snow, 
And all was brightness where they fell ! 



Mo' RE, 



He scratch'd his ear, the infallible resource 
To which emburrass'd people have recourse. 

Byron's Don Juan 
Henry, the forest-oorn Demosthenes, 
Whose thunder shook the Philip of the seas. 

Byron's Jigt of Bronze. 



ELOQUENCE -WISDOM, &c. 222 

His talic is the sweet extract of all speech, 
And holds mine car in blissful slavery. 

Bailey's Ftstus. 

Thus stor'd with intellectual riches, 
Skill'd was our squire in making speeches, 
Where strength of brains united centres 
With strength of lungs surpassing Stentor's. 

Trumbull's McFingal. 

Oh ! as the bee upon the flower, I hang 
Upon the honey of thy eloquent tongue. 

Bulwer's Lady of Lyons, 

His words seem'd oracles 
That pierc'd their bosoms ; and each man would turn 
And gaze in wonder on his neighbour's face, . 
That with the like dumb wonder answer' d him. 

You could have heard 
The beating of your pulses while he spoke. 

George Croly. 
Eloquence, that charms and burns, 
Startles, soothes, and wins, by turns. 

J. H. Clinch. 

ITiere 's a charm in deliv'ry, a magical art, 

That thrills, like a kiss, from the lip to the heart ; 

'Tis the glance — the expression — the well-chosen word — 

By whose magic the depths of the spirit are stirr'd — 

The smile — the mute gesture — the soul-stirring pause— 

The eye's sweet expression, that melts while it awes — 

The lip's soft persuasion — its musical tone : 

Oh ! such were the charms of that eloquent one ! 

Mrs. A. B. Welby, 

Now with a giant's might 

He heaves the ponderous thought, 
Now pours, the storm of eloquence 

With scaling lightning fraught. 

Vicksburg Jfliig* 



324 



EMBRACE -KISS. 



He ccas'd ; the solemn silence now was broke, 
Which reign'd triumphant while the hero spoke ; 
And then was heard, amidst the general pause, 
One simultaneous burst of loud applause. 

J. T. Watsom 



EMBRACE — KISS. 

Teaoh not thy lip such scorn ; for it was made 
For kissing, lady, not for such contempt. 



Shaksfeare. 



Kiss the tear from her lip, you '11 find the rose 
The sweeter for the dew. 

These poor, half kisses kill me quite ; 

Was ever man so serv'd ? 
Amidst an ocean of delight, 

For pleasure to be starv'd ! 

Sweet were his kisses on my balmy lips . 
As are the breezes breath'd amidst the groves 
Of rip'ning spices on the height of day. 

The fragrant infancy of op'ning flowers 
Flow'd to my senses in that melting kiss ! 

I felt, the while, a pleasing kind of smart ; 
The kiss went tingling to my very heart. 
When it was gone, the sense of it did stay, 
The sweetness cling' d upon my lips all day. 
Like drops of honey loth to fall away. 



Webster. 



Drayton. 



Behn. 



Southern. 



Dry den 



The kiss you take is paid by \ lat you give ; 
The joy is mutual, and I'm sti 1 in debt. 

liORD LANSDOWN. 



EMBRACE -KISS. 22a 



He scarce afforded one kind parting word, 
But went away so cold, the kiss he gave mc 
Seem'd the forc'd compliment of sated love. 



Otwa* 



Her :ps, so rich in blisses, 
Sweet petitioners for kisses ! 
Pouting nest of bland persuasion, 
Ripely suing love's invasion. 

Moore's Jlnacreon* 
I ne'er on that lip for a moment have gaz'd, 

But a thousand temptations beset me, 
And I've thought, as the dear little rubies you've rais'd, 
How delicious 't would be — if you 'd let me ! 

Moore. 
A long, long kiss — a kiss of youth and love, 
And beauty, all concentrating, like rays 
Into one focus kindling from above. 

Byron's Don Juan 

Kiss rhymes to bliss in fact, as well as verse. 

Byron's Don Juan. 
I love the sex, and sometimes would reverse 

The tyrant's wish " that mankind only had 
One neck, which he with one fell stroke might pierce 

My wish is quite as wide, but not as bad ;— . . . . 
That womankind had but one rosy mouth, 
To kiss them all at once from North to South. 

Byron's Don J nan* 
She rose — -she sprung — she clung to his embrace 
Till his heart heav'd beneath her hidden face ; 
He dar'd not raise to his that deep blue eye, 
Which, downcast, droop'd in tearless agony. 
Her long fair hair lay floating o'er her arms 
In all the wildness of dishevell'd charms. 
Scarce beat that bosom where his image dweu, 
So full — that feeling seem'd almost unfelt. 

Byron's Corsair. 



226 EMBRACE -KISS. 

And Paulo by degrees gently embrac'd 
With one peri/ litted arm, her lovely waist ; 
And both thei cheeks, like peaches on a tree, 
Lean'd with a touch together thrillingly. 

Leigh Hunt 

— The twofold bliss, 
Fhe promis'd wedding, and the present kiss. 

Joel Barlow 
The roses on your cheeks w r ere never made 
To bless the. eye alone, and then to fade ; 
Nor had the cherries on your lips their being, 
To please no other sense than that of seeing. 



— And her white arms hung 
On his lov'd neck, as tho' in that one clasp 
The whole wide world of joy was in her grasp. 

Mrs. C. H. W. Eslino. 

It was enough — each wild and throbbing heart 
Was closely beating 'gainst its dearer part. 

Mrs. C. II. W. Esling 
And with a velvet lip print on his brow 
Such language as the tongue hath never spoken. 

Mrs. Sigourxey 
Balmy seal of soft affection, 

Tenderest pledge of future bliss, 
Dearest tie of young connexion, 

Love's first snow-drop, virgin kiss ! 



As o'er her drooping form he softly bent, 
The pressure of his lip was on her brow, 

While to her cheek the warm blood came and went, 
Varying each moment with her rich thought's flow, . 

While tell-tale dimples in her cheek appearing, 

Told that a sweet love-thought her heart was stirring. 

Mrs. Amelia B. Wei by 



EMIGRATION. 227 

I know thou dost love me — ay ! frown if thou wilt, 

And curl that beautiful lip, 
Which I never can gaze on* without the guilt 

Of burning its diw to sip! 

C. F. Hoffman 



EMIGRATION. 

Down where yon anch'ring vessel spreads the sail, 
That, idly waiting, flaps with every gale, 
Downward they move, a melancholy band, 
Pass from the shore, and darken all the strand. 

Goldsmith's Deserted Village. 
Good heaven ! what sorrows gloom'd that parting day, 
That calPd them from their native walks away ! 
When the poor exiles, every pleasure past, 
Hung round the bowers, and fondly look'd their last, 
And took a long farewell, and wish'd in vain 
For seats like those beyond the western main ; 
And, shudd'ring still to face the distant deep, 
Return'd and wept, and still return'd to weep. 

Goldsmith's Deserted Tallage 
Behold the duteous son, the sire decay'd, 
The modest matron, and the blushing maid, 
Forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train, 
To traverse climes beyond the western main. 

Goldsmith's Travellti 

Slow night drew on, 
And round the rude hut of the emigrant 
The wrathful spiiit of the rising storm 
Spake bitter things. His weary children slept, 
And he, with head declin'd, sat, list'ning long 
To the swoln waters of the Illinois, 
Dashing against their shores. 

Mrs. L. H. Sioofrnet 



228 EMULATION - ENEMY - HATRED, &a 

Let us depart ! the universal sun 
Confines not to one land his blessed beams ; 
Nor is man rooted, like a tree, whose seed 
The winds on some ungenial soil have cast, 
There, where he cannot prosper. 

Southey's Madoc. 

With all that 's ours, together let us rise, 

Seek brighter plains, and more indulgent skies ; 

Where fair Ohio rolls his amber tide, 

And nature blossoms in her virgin pride ; 

Where all that Beauty's hand can form to please, 

Shall crown the toils of war with rural ease. 

David Humphreys. 



EMULATION.— (See Ambition.) 



ENEMY — HATRED — MALICE. 

For never can true reconcilement grow 

\Vhere wounds of deadly hate have pierc'd so deep. 

Milton's Paradise Lost. 

He, who would free from malice pass his days, 
Must live obscure, and never merit praise. 

Gay's Epistles. 

Lands, intersected by a narrow frith, 
Abhor each other. Mountains, interpos'd, 
Make enemies of nations, which had else 
Like kindred drops been mingled irto one. 

COWFER 

Offend her, and she knows not to forgive ; 
Oblige her, and she 'il hate you while you live 

POPE 



ENEMY - HATRED - MALICE. 22R 

A smile, a ghastly, withering smile, 
Convulsive o'er her features play'd. 

Mrs. Holford's Margaret of Jlnjou* 
Oh, that we were on the dark wave together, 
With but one plank between us and destruction, 
That I might grasp him in these desperate arms, 
And plunge with him amid the weltering v; Uows, 
And view him gasp for life ! 

Maturin's Bertram. 

Fear'd, shunn'd, belied, ere youth had lost her force. 
He hated men too much to feel remorse, 
And thought the vice of wrath a sacred call ; 
To pay the injuries of some on all. 

Byron's Corsair, 

There was a laughing Devil in his sneer, 
That caus'd emotions both of rage and feat; 
And where his frown of hatred darkly fell, 
Hope withering fled, and Mercy sigh'd farewell ! 

Byron's Corsair, 
There is no passion 
More spectral or fantastical than Hate ; 
Not even its opp'site, Love, so peoples air 
With phantoms, as this madness of the heart. 

Byron's Two Foscan* 
If a grasp of yours 
Would raise us from the gulf wherein we 're plung'd, 
Nc hand of ours would stretch itself to meet it. 

Byron's Tivo Foscan, 

They 'd have him live, because he fears not death. 

Byron's Two Foscari 

They did not know how hate can burn 
In hearts once chang'd from soft to stern, 
Nor all the false and fatal zeal 
The convert of revenge can feel. 

Byron's Siege of Corinth 
20 



&*0 ENGAGEMENT. 

Ah ! fondl} youthful hearts can press, 
To seize and share the dear caress ; 
But love itself could never pant 
For all that beauty sighs to grant, 
With half the fervour hate bestow? 
Upon the last embrace of foes ! 



Bvron's Giaour 



Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure ; 
Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure. 

Byron's Don Juan 



ENGAGEMENT. 

Won by the charm 
Of goodness irresistible, and all 
In sweet confusion lost, she blush'd assent. 

Thomson's Lavmia. 
Twas thy high purity of soul, 

Thy thought-revealing eye, 
That plac'd me, spell-bound, at your feet, 
Sweet wand'rer from the sky ! 

W. G. Clark. 

Then take my flower, and let its leaves 

Beside thy heart be cherish'd near — 
While thy confiding heart receives 

The thoughts it whispers to thine ear. 

The Token— 1S30, 

Twas then the blush suffus'd her cheek, 
Which told what words could never speak ; — , . . 
The answer 's written deeply now 
On 'his warm cheek, and glowing brow. 

Lucretia Maria Davidson. 



ENJOYMENT, &c. 231 



ENJOYMENT — HAPPINESS — PROSPERITY. 

Prosperity is the very bond of love, 

Whose fresh complexion, and whose heart together, 

Affliction alters. 



*Tis not to any rank confin'd, 
But dwells in every honest mind; 
Be justice then your sole pursuit; 
Plant virtue, and content 's the fruit. 



Shakspearr 



Gay's Fables. 



Consider man in every sphere, 

Then tell me is your lot severe 

'T is murmur, discontent, distrust, 

That makes you wretched: God is just: 

We 're born a restless, needy crew ; 

Show me a happier man than you. 

Gay's Fables 
Luxuriant joy, 
And pleasure in excess, sparkling, exult 
On every brow, and revel unrestraint. 

Somervile's Chase* 
How beat our hearts, big with tumultuous joy ! 

Somervile's Chase, 
But such a sacred and homefelt delight, 
Such sober certainty of waking bliss, 
I never felt till now. 

Milton 
Whate'er the motive, pleasure is the mark: 
For her the black assassin draws his sword ; 
For her dark statesmen trim their midnight lamp ; 
For her the saint abstains ; the miser starves ; 
The stoic proud, for pleasure, pleasure scorns ; 
For her afflictioi. 's daughters grief indulge, 
And find, or hope, a luxury in tears ; — 
For her, guilt, shame, toil, danger, we defy. 

Young's Night Thoughts, 



232 ENJOYMENT, &c. 

The spider's most attenuated web 

Is cord — is cable, to man's tender tie 

Of earthly bliss ; it breaks at every breeze. 

Young's Ni^ht Thoughts 
What thirg so good which not some harm may bring ? 

Even to be happy is a dangerous thing. . 

Lord Steeline 
They live too long who happiness outlive ; 
For life and death are things indifferent; 
Each to be chose, as either brings content. 



Dryden 



Cotton 



If solid happiness we prize, 
Within our breast this jewel lies, 

And they are fools who roam ; 
The world has nothing to bestow; 
From our own selves our joys must flow, 

And that dear hut — our home. 

A perpetual feast of nectar' d sweets, 
Where no crude surfeit reigns. 

Cowper's Task 
He that holds fast the golden mean, 
And lives contentedly between ■ 

The little and the great, 
Feels not the wants that pinch the poor, 
Nor plagues that haunts the rich man's door, 
Embittering all his state. 

Cowper's Horace. 
Pleasures, or wrong or rightly understood, 
Our greatest evil, or our greatest good. 

Pope's Essay on Man 
Who that define it, say they more or less 
Than this, tha f happiness is happiness ? 

Pope's Essay on Man, 
Know then this truth, (enough for man to know,) 
Vjitue alone is happiness below. 

Pope's Essay on Man 



ENJOYMENT - HAPPIN ESS &c. 



233 



Condition, circumstance is not the thing — 
Bliss is the same in subject }r in king ; 
In who obtain defence, or v .10 defend, 
In him who is, or him who finds, a friend. 

Pope's Essay on Man 
For the wild bliss of nature needs alloy, 
And fear and sorrow fan the fires of joy. 

Campbell- 
I cannot think of sorrow now ; and doubt 
Ii e'er I felt it — 't is so dazzled from 
My memory, by this oblivious transport, 

Byron's Werner. 
There is no sterner moralist than pleasure. 

Byron's Don Juaru 
Love — fame- — ambition — avarice — 'tis the sarne, 
For all are meteors with a different name. 

Byron's Ckilde Harold 

Am I already mad? 
And does delirium utter such sweet words 
Into a dreamers ear? 

Bulwer's Lady of Lyons. 

Oh ! happy pair, to every blessing born ! 

For you may life's calm stream unruffled run ; 
For you its roses bloom. without a thorn, 

And bright as morning shine its evening sun ! 

R. T. Paine. 
And may the stream of thy maturing life 

For ever flow, in blissful sunlight, through 
A fairy scene with gladsome beauty rife, 

As ever greeted the enraptur'd view ! 



A. VV. Nonet. 



The rapture dwelling within my breast, 
And fondly telling its fears to rest, 
Comes o'er me, wearing its charmed chain. 
No vestige learning of sorrow's chain. 



20 * 



£54 ENJ'J\ MENT - HAPPINESS, &c 

Too late I find how madly vain our toil 
[n search of happiness on mortal soil ; 
The gilded phantom we so dearly prize, 
A moment glitters, then for ever flies. 



The highest hills are miles below the sky, 
And so far is the lightest heart below 
True happiness. 

Bailey's Festtis. 

My life has been like summer skies 

When they are fair to view ; 
But there never yet were hearts or skies, 

Clouds might not wander through. 

Mrs. L. P. Smith. 
Pleasure's the only noble end, 
To which all human powers should tend; 
And virtue gives her heavenly lore, 
But to make pleasure please us more. 

Moore 

Gone — like a meteor, that o'er head 

Suddenly shines, and ere we 've said 

" Look ! look, how beautiful !" — 't is fled ! 

Moore's Loves of the Jlngeh 

How deep, how thorough-felt the glow 

Of rapture, kindling out of wo ! 

How exquisite one single drop 

Of bliss, that, sparkling to the top 

Of misery's cup ! — how keenly quaff'd, 

Though deatn must follow in the draught. 

Moore's Lalla Fookh, 

For she hath liv'd with heart and soul alive 

To all that makes life beautiful and fair; 
Sweet thoughts, like honey bees, have made their nitre 

Of her soft bosom cell, and cluster there. 

Mrs. A. B. Welby, 



ENTERPRISE - ENTHUSIASM. 235 

There are some hours that pass so soon, 

Our spell-touch'd hearts scarce know they end. 

Mrs. A. B. Welbv 
May thy soul with pleasure shine, 

Lasting as the gloom of mine ! 

Charles Wolfe. 

Ah Pauline ! who can gaze upon thee now 

And watch thy cheek all beaming with delight, 
Nor grieve to think that thou so soon shalt know 

Despair, and grief, and sorrow's withering blight ! 

J. T. Watson. 
May friendship open unto you 

The path of peace and holy love ; 
May life continual joys renew ; 

May hope not too deceptive prove ; — 
May sweet contentment round you throw 
Such bliss as may be found below! 

J. T. Watson. 



E N T E R P R I S E. — (See Activity.) 



ENTHUSIASM — ZEAL. 

No searea conscience is so fell 

As that which has been burnt with zeal ; 

For Christian charity's as well 

A great impediment to zeal, 

As zeal a pestilent disease 

To Christ : an charity and peace. 



Butler, 



Zeal and duty are not slow ; 
But on occasion's forelock watchful wait. 

Milton's Paradise Regained. 



236 ENVY -EQUALITY. 

His zea. 
Non3 seconded, as out of reason judgM, 

Or singular and rash, 

Milton's Paradise Regained 

No wild enthusiast ever yet could rest, 

Till half mankind were like himself possess'd. 

CoWPEIL 

On such a theme 'twere impious to be calm ; 
Passion is reason, transport, temper, here ! 

Young's Night Thoughts 
For virtue's self may too much zeal be had : 
The worst of madmen is a saint run mad. 

Pope 
— With all the zeal 
Which young and fiery converts feel, 
• Within whose heated bosoms throngs 
The memory of a thousand wrongs. 

Byron's Siege of Corinth 
And rash enthusiasm, in good society, 
Were nothing but a moral inebriety. 

Byron's Don Juan, 
But faith, fanatic faith, once wedded fast 
To some dear falsehood, hugs it to the last. 

Moore's Lalla Rookh, 



ENVY. — (See Calumny.) 



EQUALITY — SUPERIORITY, 

Consider, man ; weigh well thy frame, 
The king, the beggar, are the same ; 
Dust form'd us all. Each breathes his day, 
Then sinks into his native clay. 

Gay's Fable* 



ERROR. 231 

Ask of thy nother earth, why oaks are made 
Taller or stronger than the weeds the 1 shade , 
Or. ask of yonder argent fields above, 
Why Jove't satellites are less than Jove ? 

Pope's Essay on Man 
Orde is heaven's first law ; and, this confest, 
Some are, and must be, greater than the rest. 

Pope's Essay on 3 fan 
None but thyself can be thy parallel. 

To cope with thee, would be about as vain 
As for a brook to cope with ocean's flood. 

Byron's Bon Juan. 

As some fierce comet of tremendous size, 
To which the stars did rev'rence as it pass'd, 
So he through learning and through fancy took 
His flight sublime, and on the loftiest top 
Of fame's dread mountain sat. 

Pollok's Course of Time 
For mountains issue out of plains, and not 
Plains out of mountains ; and so, likewise, kings 
Are of the people, not the people of kings. 

Bailey's Festus 



ERROR. 



For he that oice hath missed the right way, 

The further he doth go, the further he doth stray, 

Spenser's Fairy Queen 

More proselytes and converts use t' accrue 
To false p?rsuasions than the right and true, 
For error and mistakes are infinite, 
While truth has but one way to be i' the right. 

Butler. 



£fc ESTEEM. 

Even so, by tasting of that fruit forbid, 

Where they sought knowledge, they did error find 

III they desir'd to know, and il) they did, 

And to give passion eyes, made reason blind. 

Davies' Immortality of the Soul 

Truth, crush'd to earth, shall rise again : 

The eternal years of God are hers ; 
But Error, wounded, writhes with pain, 

And dies among his worshippers. 

W. C. Bryant. 



Shakspeare 
Buckingham 



ESTEEM. 

Love is not love, 
When it is mingled with respects, that stand 
Aloof from the entire point. 

For all true love is grounded on esteem. 

O, why is gentle love 

A stranger to that mind, 
Which pity and esteem can move, 

Which can be just and kind? 

Lord Lyttleton. 

Take my esteem, if you on that can live ; 
But, frankly, sir, 't is all I have to give. 

Dryden. 
She attracts me daily with her gentle virtues, 
So soft, and beautiful, and heavenly. 

James A. Hillhguse 



ETERNITY - FUTURITY ^9 



ETERNITY — FUTURITY. 



O, that a man might know 
The enr of this clay's business, ere it come, 
But it sufficeth that the day will end ; 
And then the end is known. 



SlIAilSFEAJUt 



Beyond is all abyss, 
Eternity, whose end no eye can reach r 

Milton's Paradise Lost 
Too curious man ! why dost thou seek to know 
Events, which, good or ill, foreknown, are woe ? 
Th' all-seeing power, that made thee mortal, gave 
Thee every thing a mortal state should have, 

Dryden 
Sure there is none but fears a future state ; 
And when the most obdurate swear they do not, 
Their trembling hearts belie their boasting tongues. 

Dryden 
Eternity ! thou pleasing, dreadful thought ! 
Through what variety of untried beings — 
Through what new scenes and changes must we pass ! 
The vvide, th' unbounded prospect lies before me, 
But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it. 

' Addison's Cato 
Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate, 
All but the page prescrib'd, their present state. 

Pope's Essay on Man, 
Oh ! in that future let us think 

To hold each heart the heart that shares ; 
With them the immortal waters drink, 
And, soul in soul, grow deathless theirs! 

Bvrow 



240 ETIQUETTE -POLITENESS, &c. 

Shall I be left forgotten in the dust, 

When Fate, relenting, lets the flower revive ! 
Shall Nature's voice, to man alone unjust, 

Bid him, though doom'd to perish, hope to live ? 

Is it for this fair Virtue oft must strive 
With disappointment, penury and pain ? 

No : heaven's immortal spring shall yet arrive 
And man's majestic beauty bloom again. 
Brignt thro' the eternal years of Love's triumphant reign. 

Beattie's Minstid 



ETIQUETTE — POLITENESS — RUDENESS. 

Fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves 
Where manners ne'er were preach'd. 

Shakspear*. 

He was the mildest manner'd man, 
That ever scuttled ship, or cut a throat. 

Byron's Don Juan* 

To ail she was polite without parade ; 

To some she show'd attention of that kind 
W T hich flatters, but is flattery convey'd 

In such a sort as cannot leave behind 
A trace unworthy. 

Byron's Don Juan* 

There 's nothing in the world like etiquette 
In kingly chambers, or imperial halls, 
As also at the race, and county balls. 

Byron's Don Juan. 
There was a general whisper, toss, and wriggle, 
But etiquette forbade them all to giggle. 

Byron's Don Juan. 

All smiles, and bows, and courtesy was he. 

J T. Watson- 



EVENING - EXAMPLE. &* 1 



EVENING. — (See Day.) 



EXAMPLE. 

Mo age hath been, since Nature first began 
To work Jove's wonders, but hath left behind 

Some deeds of praise for mirrors unto man, 

Which, more than threatful laws, have men inclined 
To thread the paths of praise excites the mind ; 

Mirrors tie thoughts to virtue's due respects ; 

Example hastens deeds to good effects. 

Mirror for Magistrates 

A. fault doth never with remorse 

Our minds so deeply move, 
As when another's guiltless life 
Our error doth reprove. 

Brandon 
For as the light 
Not only serves to show, but renders us 
Mutually profitable : so our lives, 
Io acts exemplary, not only win 
Ourselves good names, but do to others give 
Matter for virtuous deeds, by which we live^ 

Chapman 
'Tjs thus the spirit of a single mind 

Ma^es that of multitudes take one direction, 
As roll the water to the breathing wind, 

Or roams the herd beneath the bull's protect'on. 

Byron's Don Juan 



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342 



EXCELLENCE -MERIT- WORTH 



EXCELLENCE — MERIT — WORTH. 



The sweet eye-glances, that like arrows glide, 

The charming smiles, that rob sense from the heart. 

The lovely pleasaunce, and the lofty pride, 
Cannot expressed be by any art. 

Spenser's Sonnets. 

Oh, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem, 
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give ! 
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem, 
For that sweet odour which doth in it live. 

Shakspeare, 
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale 
Her infinite variety. 

Shakspeare, 
A combination and a form indeed, 
Where every god did seem to set his seal, 
To give the world assurance of a man. 

Shakspeato:. 
More pity that the eagle should be mew'd, 
While kites and buzzards prey at liberty. 

Shakspeare. 

Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person shin'd. 



Good nature and good sense must ever join ; 
Tc err is human, to forgive divine. 

Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll ; 
Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul 

Form'd by the converse happily to steer 
From grave to gay, from lively to severe ; 
"Jorrect with spirit, eloquent with ease, 
Intent to reason, or polite to please. 



Milton 



Pope. 



Pope. 



Pope. 



EXCELLENCE- MERIT- WORTH. 

Worth makes the man, and want of it, the fellow 

Let envy snarl, lei; slander rail ; 
In vain malicious tongues assail : 
From virtue's shield (secure from wound,) 
Their blunted, venom'd shafts rebound. 



1843 



Pope 



Gay's FabltB 



A matchless pair ; 
With equal virtue form d, and equal grace, 
The same, distinguished by their sex alone ; 
Hers the mild lustre of the blooming morn, 
And his the radiance of the risen day. 

Ease in your mien, and sweetness in your face, 
You speak a syren, and you move a grace ; 
Nor time shall urge these beauties to decay, 
While virtue gives what years shall steal away. 



Thomson 



TlCKELL. 



Full many a gem, of purest ray serene, 

The dark, unfathom'd caves of ocean bear; 
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, 
And waste its sweetness on the desert air. 

Gray's EUgy. 
His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand ; 
His manners were gentle, complying, and bland ; 
Still born to improve us in every part, 
His pencil our faces — his manners our heart. 

Goldsmith's Retaliation. 
Describe him who can, 
An abridgement of all that was pleasant in man. 

Goldsmith's Retaliation. 
For she was good as she was fair, 
None, none on earth above her— 
As pure in thought as angels are, 
To see her, was to love her. 



244 EXCELLENCE - MERIT - WORTH. 

Angels attend thee i May their wings 
Fan every shade w from thy brow — 

For only bright and lovely things 
Should wait on one so good as thou. 



But there are deeds which should not pass away, 
And names that must not wither. 

Byron's Childe Harold. 
Of many charms, to her as natural 
As sweetness to the flower, or salt to ocean. 

Byron's Don Juan. 
Oh ! she was perfect, past all parallel ! 

Byron's Don Juan* 
Tho' modest, on his unembarrass'd brow 
Nature had written — Gentleman. 

Byron's Don Juan, 
A truer, nobler, trustier heart, 
More loving or more loyal, never beat 
Within a human breast. 

Byron's Two Foscari. 

And, behind the foil 
Of an unblemish'd loveliness, to find 
Charms of a higher order, and a power 
Deeper and more resistless. 

J. G. fERCWAis-. 

I think of thee, sweet lady, as of one 

Too pure to mix with others, like some star 
Shining in pensive beauty all alone, 

Kindred with those around, yet brighter far. 

Mrs. A. B. Welby. 
The noble mind, unconscious of a fault, 
No fortune's frowns can bend, or smiJes exalt, 
Like the firm rock, that in mid-ocean braves 
The war of whirlwinds, and the dash of waves. 



EXCESS - EXECUTION. *45 

All oeaming with ligh v . as those young features are, 
There 's a light round thy heart that is lovelier far ; 
It is not thy cheek — 't is the soul dawning clear — 
Though its innocent blush makes thy beauty so dear— 
As the sky we look up to, though glorious and fair, 
Is look'd up to more, because heaven is there ! 

Moor* 
One in whose love, I felt, were given 

The mix'd delights of either sphere ; 
All that the spirit seeks in heaven, 

And all the senses burn for here ! 

Moore's Loves of the Angel* 
The fame that a man wins himself, is best ; 
That he may call his own. Honours put on him 
Make him no more a man than his clothes do, 
Which are as soon ta'en ofE 

MlDDLETON 



EXCESS. — (See Drinking, , 



EXECUTION. 



Tis now past midnight, and, by eight to-morrtn*, 
Thou must be made immortal. 



If I must die, 
I wiL encounter darkness as a bride, 
And hug it in mine arms. 



Shakspeare. 



Shakspe are , 



See they suffer death; 
But in their deaths remember they are men ; 
Strain not the laws to make their tortures grievous. 
21 * Addison's Cato. 



246 EXERCISE. 

Slave ! do thine office ! 
Strike as I struck the foe ! strike as I would 
Have struck those ty rants ! strike deep as mj curse ! 
Strike — and but once ! 

Byron's Marino Falitro 
These the last accents Hugo spoke, 
" Strike :" — and flashing fell the stroke — 
RolPd the head, and, gushing, sunk 
Back the stain'd and heaving trunk 
In the dust, which each deep vein 
Slak'd with its ensanguin'd rain ; 
His eyes and lips a moment quiver, 
Convuls'd and quick — then fix for ever ! 

. Byron's Parisinoc 



EXERCISE, 

Nobody's healthful without exercise; 

Just wars are exercises of a state ; 
Virtue 's in motion, and contends to rise, 

With generous ascents above a mate. 



Aleyn. 



He does allot for every exercise 

A several hour ; for sloth, the nurse of vices, 

And rust of action, is a stranger to him. 

Massingeh 

Weariness 
Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth 
Finds the down-pillow hard. 

SlIAKSPEARS. 

Though sluggards deem it but a foolish chase, 
And marvel men should quit their easy chair, 

The toilsome way, and long, long league to trace, 
Oh, there is sweetness in the mountain air, 

And life that bloated ease can never hope to share, 

Byron's Childe HarofdL 



EXILE- EXPECTATION. 



Rise early, and take exercise in plenty, 
But always take it with your stomach empty 



EXILE. — (See Banishment.) 



247 



EXPECTATION — SUSPENSE, 

But be not long, for in the tedious minutes, 
Exquisite interval, I 'm on the rack ; 
For sure the greatest evil man can know, 
Bears no proportion to this dread suspense. 

Uncertainty ! 
Fell demon of our fears ! the human soul, 
That can support despair, supports not thee. 



Frowdr 



Mallet. 



" Yet doth he live !" exclaims th' impatient heir, 
And sighs for sables which he must not wear. 

Byron's Lara. 

Oh ! how impatience gains upon the soul 

When the long-promis'd hour of joy draws near ! 

How slow the tardy moments seem to roll ! 
What spectres rise of inconsistent fear! 

Mrs. Tighe's Psyche. 

To the fond doubting heart, its hopes appear 

Too brightly fair, too sweet to realize ; 
All seem but day dreams of delight too dear ! 

Strange hopes and fears in painful contest rise, 
While the scarce-trusted bliss seems but to cheat the eyes 

Mrs. Tighe's Psych? 



248 EXPERIENCE. 



EXPERIENCE. 



To wilful men, 
The injuries that they themselves procure, 
Must be their schoolmasters. 

SllAKSFEAM 

He jests at scars, that never felt a wound. 

Shakspearb 
— Experience, 
If wisdom's friend, her best ; if not, worst foe. 

Young's Night Thoughts 
Experience join'd to common sense, 
To mortals is a providence. 

Green. 
Some positive, persisting fools we know, 
Who, if once wrong, will needs be always so ; 
But you with pleasure own your errors past, 
And make each day a critique on the last. 

Pope's Essay on Criticism. 
Experience, wounded, is the school 
Where men learn piercing wisdom. 

Lord Brook. 
O, teach him, while your lessons last, ■ 
To judge the present by the past ; 
Remind him of each wish pursu'd, 
How rich it glow'd with promis'd good ; 
Remind him of each wish enjoy'd. 
How soon his hope's possession cloy'd ! 

Scott's Rolcely 
For most men, till by losing render'd sager, 

Will back their own opinions with a wager. 

Byron's Beppo, 
Her hopes ne'er drew 
Aught from experience, that chill touchstone whose 
8&d proof reduces all things from their hue. 

Byron V htQ.no. 



EXTRAVAGANCE - EXTREMES. 249 



EXTRAVAGANCE. 

The mai; who builds, and wants wherew th to pay, 
Provides a home from which to run away. 

Young. 

We sacrifice to dress, till household joys 

And comforts cease. Dress drains our cellar dry, 

And keeps our larder clean ; puts out our fires, 

And introduces hunger, frost and woe, 

Where peace and hospitality migh* reign. 

Cow per' a Task. 
Dreading that climax of all human ills, 
The inflammation of his weekly bills. 

Byron's Don Juaru 

In my young days they lent me cash that way, 
Which I found very troublesome to pay. 

Byron's Don Juan, 



EXTREMES. 

These violent delights have violent ends 

And in their triun ph die ; like fire and powder, 

Whirh, as they meet, consume. The sweetest honey 

Is loathsome in its own deliciousness, 

And in the taste confounds the appetite. 

Shakspeare, 

Tho©? ec'ges soonest turn, that are most keen ; 
A sober moderation stands secure, 
No violent extremes endure. 

Aleyn 

Who gripes too hard the dry and slippery sand, 
Holds none at all, or little, in his hand. 

Her rick 



250 EY ES - FEATURES - LIPS, &o. 

Extremes, though contrary, have the like effects : 
Extreme heat mortifies, like extreme cv\& ; 
Extreme love breeds satiety, as well 
As extreme hatred ; and too violent rigour 
Tempts chastity as much as too much license. 

Chapmam 
For ever in a passion or a prayer. 

Pope. 



EYES — FEATURES — LIPS, &c. 

Compare her eyes. 
Not to the sun, for they do shine by night ; 

Nor to the moon, for they are changing neve~ ' 
N;>r to the stars, for they have purer light; 

Nor to the fire, for they consume not ever : — 
But to the Maker's self they likest be, 
Whose light doth lighten all things here we see. 

Spenser's Sonnets 

And, as the bright sun glorifies the sky, 

So is her face illumin'd by her eye. 

Shakspeare. 

Her eyes, in heaven, 
Would through the airy region stream so bright, 
That birds would sing, and think it were not night. 

Shakspeare. 
Her eyes, like marygold, had sheath'd their light, 
And, canopied in darkness, sweetly lay, 
Till they might open to adorn the day. 

Shakspeare. 

Fiom woman's eyes this doctrine I derive : 
They sparkle still the true Promethean fire ; 
They are the arts, the books, the academies, 
That show, contain, and nourish all the world. 

Shakspearb. 



EYES -FEATURES -LIPS fcc. 25 J 

Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes. 

Shakspeare 

Soft as the down, that swells the cygnet's nest. 

Shenstone, 
Her tresses, loose behind, 
Piaj r on her neck, and wanton in the wind , 
The rising blushes which her cheek o'erspread. 

Are opening roses in the lily's bed. 

Gay's Diane 

In those sunk eyes the grief of years I trace, 

And sorrow seems acquainted with that face. 



In one soft look what language lies ! 

Her eyes outshine the radiant beams 

That gild the passing shower, 
And glitter o'er the crystal streams, 

And cheer each fresh'ning hour. 
Her lips are more than cherries bright, 

A richer dye has grac'd them ; 
They charm the admiring gazer's sight, 

And sweetly tempt to kiss them ! 



lCKELL 
DlBDIN 



Burns 



By your eyes of heavenly blue, 

By your lips' ambrosial dew, 

Your cheeks, where rose and lily blend, 

Your voice, the music of the spheres ! 

The Padlock — Ji Farce. 
Which melted in love, and which kindled in war. 

Campbell. 

From the glance of her eye 

Shun danger and fly, 

For fatal's the glance of Kate Kearney. 

MlSS OWENSON. 

With sweetness and beauty thy daughters arise, 
With rose-blooming cheeks, and love-languishing eyes. 



252 EYES -FEATURES -LIPS, &c. 

Down her white neck, long, floating auburn curls. 
The least of which would set ten poets raving. 

Byron's Don Juun 
Her glossy hair was cluster' d o'er a brow 

Bright with intelligence, and fair and smooth ; 
Her eyebrows' shape was like the aerial bow ; 
Her cheek all purple with the beam of youth. 

Byron's Don Jumx, 
An eye 's an eye, and, whether black or blue, 

Is no great matter, so 't is in request ; 
'T is nonsense to dispute about a hue ; 
The kindest may be taken as the best. 

Byron's Don Juan. 
A pure, transparent, pale, and radiant face, 
Like to a lighted alabaster vase. 

Byron's Don Juan. 

Her eye's dark charm 't were vain to tell ; 
But gaze on that of the gazelle, 
It will assist thy fancy well. 

Byron's Giaour. 
Soft eyes look'd love to eyes that spoke again. 

Byron's Childe Harold. 
And the wild sparkle of her eye seem'd caught 
From high, and lighten'd with electric thought. 

Byron's Lara. 
And eyes disclos'd what eyes alone can tell. 

Dr. Dwight. 
Eyes like the starlight of the soft midnight, 
So darkly beautiful, so deeply bright. 

Mrs. C. H. W. Eslino. 
And hate's last lightning quivers from his eyes. 

Charles Sprague, 
There are whole veins of diamonds in thine eyes, 
Might furnish crowns for all the queens of earth. 

Bailey'® Fepfam. 



EYES - FEATURES - LIPS, &c. 253 

With lightsome brow, and beaming eyes, and bright, 
Lonn, glorious locks, which drop upon thy cheek, 
Like gold-huad cloud-flakes on the ros} morn. 

Bailey's Festu* 
Thy blue eyes 
Stsal o'er the heart like sunshine o'er the skies; 
Theirs is the mild and intellectual ray 
That to the inmost spirit wins its way ; 
Theirs are the beams that full upon you roll, 
Surprhing all the senses and the soul. 

Mrs. A. B. Welby 
The bright black eye, the melting blue — 
I cannot choose between the two ; 
But that is dearest all the while, 
That wears for me the sweetest smile. 

O. W. Holmes, 

Sweet, pouting lips, whose colour mocks the rose, 

Rich, ripe, and teeming with the dew of bliss, — 
The flower or love's forbidden fruit, which grows 

Insidiously, to tempt us with a kiss. 

R. H. Wilde's Tasso's Sonnets, 
Yet well that eye could flash resentment's rays, 
Or, proudly scornful, check the boldest gaze : 
Chili burning passion with a calm disdain, 
And .vith one glance rekindle it again. 

C, F. Hoffman, 
Let other men bow, and utter the vow 

Of devotion and love without end, 
As the sparkling black eye in triumph draws nigh, 

Its glances upon them to bend. 
But give me the eye, thro' which I can spy 

To the depths of a heart warm and true ; 
Whose colour may vie with the hue of the sky, — 

The soft, the sweet, love-beaming blue! 

J. T. Watson, 
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254 FAIRIES 



FAIRIES. 



In silence sad 
Tiip we after the night's shade ; 
We the globe can compass soon, 
Swifter than the wandering moon. 

Shaksfeara 

t took it for a fairy vision 
Of some gay creatures of the element, 
That in the colours of the rainbow live, 
And play i' th' plighted clouds. 

Milton's Comua 
And now they throng the moonlight glade, 

Above — below — on every side, 
Their little minim forms- array 'd 

In all the tricks} pomp of fairy pride ! 

Drake's Culprit Fay, 

The palace of the sylphid queen — 
Its spiral columns, gleaming bright, 
Were streamers of the northern light; 
Its curtain's light and lovely flush 
Was of the morning's rosy blush ; 
And the ceiling fair, that rose aboon, 
The white and feathery fleece of noon. 

Drake's Culprit Fay 
Her mantle \xm the purple roll'd 

At twilight in the west afar ; 
Twaa tied with threads of dawning gold, 

And button'd with a sparkling star. 

Drake's Culprit Fay 
Their harps are of the amber shade, 

That hides the blush of waking day, 
And every gl ^amy string is made 

Of silvery moonshine's lengthen'd ray. 

Drake's Culprit Fay 



FAIRIES. 255 

But she led him to the palace gate, 

And call'd the sylphs who hover' d there, 
And bade them fly and bring him straight 

Of clouds condens'd a sable car. 

Drake's Culprit Fay 

As ever ye saw a bubble rise, 
And shine with a thousand changing dyes, 
Till, lessening far, through ether driven, 
It mingles with the hues of heaven : 
As, at the glimpse of morning pale, 
The lance-fly spreads his silken sail, 
And gleams with blendings soft and bright, 
Till lost in the shade of fading night : — 
So rose from the earth the lovely Fay, — 

So vanish'd far in heaven away ! 

Drake's Culprit Fay 

He put his acorn-helmet on ; 

It was plum'd of the silk of the thistle-down ; 

The corselet plate, that guarded his breast, 

Was once the wild- bees' golden vest ; 

His cloak, of a thousand mingled dyes, 

Was form'd of the wings of butterflies ; 

His shield was the shell of a lady-bug queen, 

Studs of gold on a ground of green ; 

And the quivering lance which he brandish'd bright, 

Was the sting of a wasp he had slain in fight. 

Drake's Culprit Fay 

Swift he bestrode his fiery steed ; 

He bared his blade of the bent grass blue 
II3 drove his spurs of the cockle-seed, 

And away, like a glance of thought, he flew, 
To skim the heavens, and follow far 
The fiery taiJ of the rocket-star. 

Drake'6 Culprii Fay. 



356 FAITH 



FAITH. 



True faith and reason are the soul's two eyes; 

Faith evermore looks. upwards and descries 

Objects remote ; but reason can discover 

Things only near — sees nothing that's above her: 

They are not matches- — often disagree, 

And sometimes both are clos'd, and neither see. 

QuARLES. 

Faith lights us through the dark to deity ; 

Whilst, without sight, we witness that she shows 
More God than in his works our eyes can see, 

Though none, but by those works, the Godhead knows 

Sir W. Davenant. 
For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight ; 
He can't be wrong, whose life is in the right. 

Pope's Essay on Man, 
Faith builds a bridge across the gulf of death, 
To break the shock blind Nature cannot shun, 
And lands thought smoothly on the farther shore. 

Young's Night Thoughts. 
Death's terror is the mountain faith removes, 
That mountain-barrier between man and peace : 
'T is faith disarms destruction, and absolves 
From every clamorous charge the guiltless tomb. 

Young's Night Thoughts, 
Fond as we are, and justly fond of faith, 
Reason, we grant, demands our first regard ; 
The mother honour'd, as the daughter dear — 
Reason 's the root, fair faith is but the flower. 

Young's Night Thoughts* 
But faith, fanatic faith, once wedded fast. 
To tome dear falsehood, hugs it to the last. 

Moore's Latta RooJch 



FALSEHOOD -TRUTH, &c. 257 

Vital princip'e, which keeps my heart 

Firm, 'mid the pressure of a thousand ills, 
Thou my life's solace and supporter art, 

Mingling with bliss the bitter cup it fills. 
Far in the future hath thy watcher's glance 

Discover' d peace, and many a blissful spot ; 
While present griefs seem shadows that enhance 

The opening glories of thy future lot. 

Mrs. S. MowbraI 



FALSEHOOD — TRUTH — SINCERITY 

He is a freeman whom the truth makes free, 
And all are slaves beside. 

I cannot hide what I am : I must be 
Sad when I have a cause ; and smile at no man's 
Jests ; eat when I have stomach, and wait for 
No man's leisure ; sleep when I am drowsy, 
And tend on no man's business ; laugh when I 
Am merry, and claw no man in his humour. 



CoWPER. 



This, above al_, to thine own self be true ; 
An< it must fohow, as the night the day, 
Thou canst not den be false to any man. 



Shakspeare 



Shakspeare 



In many Iooks the false heart's history 

is writ, in moods, and frowns, and wrinkles strange. 

Shakspeark 
Oh, now much more doth beauty beauteous seem, 
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give ! 
The rose is fail, but fairer we it deem, 
For that sweet odour which doth in it live. 

Shaksfe/iilr 
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US FALSEHOOD- TRUTH, &c 

I think good .noughts, while others write good words, 

And, like unletter'd clerks, still cry amen 
To every hymn that abler spirit affords, 
In polish'd form of well refined words. 

Shakspearb. 
The man of pure and simple heart 
Through life disdains a* double part; 
He never needs the screen of lies, 
His inward bosom to disguise. 

Gay's Fables. 
What he says 
You may believe, and pawn your soul upon it. 

Shirley 

'Twixt truth and error there 's this difference known, 
Error is fruitful, truth is only one. , 

Herrick 

Dishonour waits on perfidy. The villain 
Should blush to think a falsehood ; 't is the crime 
Of cowards. 

C. Johnson 
Let falsehood be a stranger to thy lips. 
Shame on the policy that first began 
To tamper with the heart, to hide its thoughts ! 
And doubly thame on that inglorious tongue, 
That sold its honesty, and told a lie ! 

Havard 
When fiction rises, pleasing to the eye, 
Men will believe, because they love the lie ; 
But truth herself, if clouded with a frown, 
Must have some solemn proof, to pass her down. 

Churchill 
The sages say, dame Truth delights to dwell, — 
Strange mansion ! — in the bottom of a well. 
Questions are, then, the windlass and the rope, 
That pull the grave old gentlewoman up. 

Dr. Wolcot'? Peter Pindai 



FALSEHOOD -TRUTH, &c. «Sft 

It is not in the power 
Of Painting or of Sculpture to express 
Aught so divine as the fair form of Truth ! 
The creatures of their art may catch the eye, 
But her sweet nature captivates the soul. 

Cumberland's Philemon. 
Beyond all contradiction, 
The most sincere that ever dealt in fiction. 

Byron's Don Juan. 
My smiles must be sincere, or not at all. 

Byron's Don Juan. 
'T is strange, but true ; for truth is always strange, 

Stranger than fiction. If it could be told, 
How much would novels gain by the exchange ! 
How differently the world would men behold ! 

Byron's Don Juan. 
I know the action was extremely wrong ; 

I own it, I deplore it, I condemn it ; 
But I detest all fiction, even in song, 

And so must tell the truth, howe'er you blame it. 

Byron's Don Juan. 
I mean to show things as they really are, 

Not as they ought to be ; for I avow 
That till we see what 's what in fact, we 're far 
From much improvement. 

Byron's Don Juan 
First, I would have thee cherish truth, 

As leading-star in virtue's train ; 
Folly may pass, nor tarnish youth, 
But falsehood leaves a poison-stain. 

Miss Eliza Cook, 
Truth, crush'd to earth, shall rise again, — 

The eternal years of God are hers ; 
But Error, wounded, writhes with pain, 
And d'es among his worshippers. 

W. C. Bryant. 



aec 



FAME - NOTORIETY. 



FAME — NOTORIETY. 

Death makes no conquest of this conqueror, 
For now he lives in fame though not in life. 

Talk not to me of fond renown, the rude, 
Inconstant blast of the base multitude : 
Their breaths nor souls can satisfaction make, 
For half the joys I part with for their sake. 



I courted fame but as a spur to brave 

And honest deeds ; and who despises fame, 

Will soon renounce the virtues that deserve it. 



Shakspearb 



Crown 



Mal**t 



Knows he that mankind praise against their will, 
And mix as much detraction as they can ? 
Knows he that faithless fame her whisper has, 
As well as trumpet ? That his vanity 
Ts so much tickled from not hearing all? 

Young's Night Thoughts. 
They, spider-like, spin out their precious all, 
Their more than vitals spin in curious webs 
Of subtle thought and exquisite design — 
Fine networks of the brain — to catch a fly ! 
The momentary buzz of vain renown ! 

Young's Night Thoughts 
With fame, in just proportion, envy grows ; 
The man that makes a character, makes foes. 



Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise, 
To scorn delights, and live laborious days. 



Young 



Milton 



The whole amount of that enormous fame, 

A tale that blends their glory with their shame. 

Pope's Essay on Man. 



FAME - NOTORIETY . 261 

What 's fame ? a fancied life in others' breath, 
A thing beyond us, even before our death. 

Pope's Essay on Ma» 
Whose honours with increase of ages grow, 
As streams roll down, enlarging as they go. 

Pope's Essay on Criticism* 

A youth to fame, ere yet to manhood, known. 

Pope 

Absurd ! to think to overreach the grave, 
And from the wreck of names to rescue ours : 
The best concerted schemes men lay for fame, 
Die fast away ; only themselves die faster. 

Blair's Grave. 
He left a name at which the world grew pale, 
To point a moral, or adorn a tale. 

Dr. Johnson. 
And glory long has made the sages smile ; 

'Tis something, nothing, words, illusion, wind- 
Depending more upon the historian's style 

Than on the name a person leaves behind. 

Byron's Bon Juan. 
What is the end of fame ? 'T is but to fill 

A certain portion of uncertain paper: 
Some liken it to climbing up a hill, 

Whose summit, like all hi J Is, is lost in vapour. 
For this men write, speak, preach, and heroes kill, 

Anc bards burn what they call " the midnight taper." 

Byron's Don Juan, 
And blaz'B with guilty glare thro' future time, 
Eternal beacons of consummate crime. 

Byron's English Bards, fyc 
B'ar dearer the grave or the prison, 

Illumed by a patriot's name, 
Than the trophies of all who have risen 

On liberty's ruins to fame 

MOORB. 



262 FANCY - IMAGINATION. 

What is fame, and what is glory ? 

A dream, a jester's lying story, 

To tickle fools withal, or be 

A theme for second infancy. 

A word of praise, perchance of blame, 

The wreck of a time-bandied name — 

And this is glory — this is fame ! 



MOTHERWEU 



— To win the wreath of fame, 
And write on memory's scroll a deathless name. 

Sands. 
Lives of great men all remind us 

We can nrnke our lives sublime, 
And, departing, leave behind us 
Footprints on the sands of time. 

H. W. Longfellow* 
We tell thy doom without a sigh, 

For thou art freedom's now, and fame's — 
One of the few, th' immortal names 
That were not born to die ! 

FlTZC^EEN HAXLECK 



FANCY — IMAGINATION. 

Oh, who can hold a fire in his hand, 
By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ? 
Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite, 
By bare imagination of a feast ? 
Or w T allow naked in December's snow, 
By thinking on fantastic summer's heat ? — 
Oh no — the apprehension of the good 
G ; ves but the greater feeling of the worse. 

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, 
Are of imagination all compact. 



Shakspearjs 
Shaksfearf.. 



FANCY - IMAGINATION 262 

This busy power is working day and night ; 

For when the outward senses rest do take, 
A thousand dreams, fantastical and light, 

With fluttering wings do keep her still awake. 

Davies' Immortality of the Soul 
Each change of many-colour' d life he drew, 
Exhausted worlds, and then imagin'd new ; 
Existence saw him spurn her bounded reign, 
And panting time toil'd after him in vain. 

Dr. Johnson, on Shakspeare 
Do what he will, he cannot realize 
Half he conceives — the glorious vision flies ; 
Go where he may, he cannot hope to find 
The truth, the beauty pictur'd in his mind. 



Pleasant at noon, beside the vocal brook, 
To lie one down and watch the floating cloud 
And shape to fancy's wild imaginings, 
Their ever- varying forms. 



Rogers 



Southey. 



Woe to tjie youth whom Fancy gains, 
Winning from Reason's hand the reins. 

Scott's Rokeby 
Where Fancy halted, weary in her flight, 
•.n other men, his, fresh as morning, rose, 
And soar'd untrodden heights, and seem'd at home 
Where angels bashful look'd, 

Pollok's Course of Time. 
The beings of the mind are not of clay, 

Essentially immortal, they create 
And multiply in us a brighter ray, 
And more bebv'd existence. 

Byron's Childe Harold. 
Like the Chaldean, he could watch the stars 
Till he had peopled them with beings bright 
As their own beams. 

Byron's Childe Harold 



FANCY -FAREWELL, &c. 

— Immortal dreams, that could beguile 

The blind old man of Scio's rocky isle * 

Byron's Giwmt 
And dream'd again 
The visions which arise without a sleep. 

Byron's Lament of Tasso, 
Oh ! that I were 
The viewless spirit of a lovely sound, 
A living voice, a breathing harmony, 
A bodiless enjoyment — born and dying 
With the blest tone which made me ! 

Byron's Manfred 
One of those passing rainbow dreams 
Half light, half shade, which Fancy's beams 
Paint on the fleeting mists that roll, 
In trance or slumber, round the soul. 

Moore's Lalla Eookh, 
Above, below, in ocean and in sky, 

Thy fairy worlds, Imagination, lie. 

Campbell. 

'Mid earthly scenes forgotten or unknown, 

Lives in ideal worlds, and wanders there alone. 

Carlos Wilcox, 
I give you a legend from Fancy's own sketch, 
Tho', I warn you, he 's given to fibbing— the wretch ! 

S. G. Goodrich. 



FAREWELL. — (See Adieu.) 



FARMER. — (See Blacksmith.) 



FASHION. — (See Apparel.) 



FATE- FATHER, <fec. 



265 



FATE. — (See Destinv.) 



FATHER— MOTHER — PARENTS. 



Had doting Priam check'd his son's desire, 

Troy had been bright with fame, and not with fire. 

Shakspeare 
The poor wren, 
The most diminutive of birds, will fight, 
The young ones in her nest, against the owl. 

Shakspeare 

Fathers their children and themselves abuse, 
That wealth, a husband, for their daughters choose. 

Shirley. 
But parents, to their offspring blind, 
Consult not parts, nor turn of mind ; 
But, even in infancy, decree 
What this, what th' other son shall be. 



Gay's Fables, 



For if there be a human tear 
From passion's dross refin'd and clear 
'Tis that which pious parents shed 
Upon a duteous daughter's head 



Scott 



To aid thy mind's development — to watch 

The dawn of little joys— to sit and see 
Almost thy very growth — to view thee catch 

Knowledge of objects — wonders yet to see ! 
To hold thee lightly on a gentle knee, 

And print on thy soft cheek a parent's kiss, — 
This, it should seem, was not reserv'd for me ; 

Yet such was in my nature. 

Boron's Chihle Harold. 
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266 FATHER -MOTHER, &<:. 

My mother ! at that holy name 

Within my bosom there 's a gush 
Of feeling, which no time can tame, 
A feeling, which, for years of fame, 

I would not, could not crush ! 

GtmtGE P. MORRIS 

My heart grew softer as I gazed upon 

That youthful mother, as she sooth'd io rest, 
With a low song, her lov'd and cherished one, 

The bud of promise on her gentle breast ; 
For 't is a sight that angel ones above 

May stoop to gaze on from their bowers of bliss, 
When Innocence upon the breast of Love 

Is cradled, in a sinful world like this. 

Mrs, A. B. Weib* 

Ere yet her child hath drawn its earliest breath, 
A mother's love begins — it grows till death ! 
Lives before life, with death not dies, but seems 
The very substance of immortal dreams. 



A father's heart 
Is tender, though the man be made of stone. 



Of sighs that speak a father's woe, 
Of pangs that none but mothers know. 

Charles Spragdb 

Sweet is the image of the brooding dove ! — 
Holy as heaven a mother's tender love ! 
The love of many prayers, and many tears, 
Which changes not with dim declining years, — 
The only love, which, on this teeming earth, 
Asks no return for passion's wayward birth. 

Mrs. Norton's Dream. 



FAVOUR. 2(P 

There are smiles and tears in the mother s eyes, 
For her new-born infant beside her lies ; 
Oh, heaven of bliss ! when the heart overflows 
With the rapture a mother only knows 

Henry Ware, 



FAVOUR. 

There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, 
That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, 
More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; 
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, 
Never to hope again. 

Shakspeare. 
O momentary grace of mortal man, 
Which we more hunt for than the grace of God ! 
Who builds his hope in air of your fair looks, 
Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast, 
Ready with every nod to tumble down 
Into the fatal bowels of the deep. 

Shakspearb, 
'T is ever thus when favours are denied ; 
All had been granted but the thing we beg : 
And still some great unlikely substitute — 
Your life, your soul, your all of earthly good — 
Is proffer'd, in the room of one small boon. 

Joanna Baillie 

No trifle is so small as what obtains, 
Save that which loses favour : 't is a breath 
Which hangs upon a smile ! A look, a word, 
A frown, the air-built tower of fortune shakes, 
And down the unsubstantial fabric falls. 

Hannah More 



4 268 FEAR -FEASTING, &c. 

FEAR. — (See Cowardice.) 



FEASTING. — (See Appetite.) 



FEATURES. — (See Eyes. 



FEELING — SENSIBILITY 

Our sensibilities are so acute, 

The fear of being silent makes us mute. 



COWPER 



Yet what is wit, and what the poet's art ? 

Can genius shield the vulnerable heart ? 

Ah no ! where bright imagination reigns, 

The fine-wrought spirit feels acuter pains ; 

Where glow exalted sense and taste refm'd, 

There keener anguish rankles in the mind ; 

There feeling is difTus'd through every part, 

Thrills in each nerve, and lives in all the heart ; 

And those, whose generous souls each tear would keep 

From others' eyes, are born themselves to weep. 

Hannah More, 
The soul of music slumbers in the shell, 
Till wak'd and kindled by the master's spell, 
And feeling hearts — touch them but lightly — pour 
A thousand melodies unheard before. 

Rogers' Human Life 
Admire — exalt — despise — laugh — weep — for here 
There is much matter for all feeling. 

Byron's Childe Harold. 



FESTIVITY . 26S 

What we can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal. 

Byron's Ckilde Harola. 

Striking th' electric chain wherewith we 're darkly bound. 

Byron's Childe Harold, 

There are some feelings time cannot benumb. 

Byron's Childe HaroaL 

The keenest pangs the wretched find, 

Are rapture to the dreary void, 
The leafless desert of ihe mind, 

The waste of feelings unemploy'd 



Byron's Giaour. 



The deepest ice that ever froze 
Can only o'er the surface close ; 
The Rving stream lies quick below, 
And flows, and cannot cease to flow. 



Byron's Parisina. 



Oh ! life is a waste of wearisome hours, 

Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns; 

And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers, 
Is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns. 

Moore. 

Dried hastily the teardrop from her cheek, 
And signified the vow she could not speak. 

Campbell. 

I felt to madness ! but my full heart gave 

No utterance to the ineffable within. 

Words were too weak : they were unknown ; but still 

The feeling was most poignant. 

J. G. Percival 



FESTIVITY. — (See Drinking.) 



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871 



FICKLENESS -FIGHTING. <&c 



FICKLENESS. 

Of constancy no root infix'd, " 

That either they love nothing, or not long. 

We in vain the fickle sex pursue, 
Who change the constant lover for the new. 

She was fair — and my passion begun ; 
She smil'd — and I could not but love ; 
She is faithless — and I am undone. 

Inconstant as the passing wind, 
As winter's dreary frost unkind ; 
To fix her, 't were a task as vain 
To count the April drops of rain. 

Ladies wnose love is constant as the wind. 

She will, and she will not — she grants, denies, 
Consents, retracts, advances, and then flies. 



r*Riom« 



Prior. 



Shenstone. 



Smollett 
Young. 

Granvillb 



FIGHTING. — (See Battle.) 



FIRMNESS. — (See Determination.) 



FISHING — HUNTING — SPORTS. 

The hounds shall make the welkin answer them, 
Ana fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth 

Shakspe\re 



FISHING -HUNTING, &c. 271 

If all the year were playing holiday, 
To sport would be as tedious as to work. 

Shak&pearb 

I saw him beat the surges under him, 
And ride upon their backs ; he trod the water 
Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted 
The surge most swoln that met him. 



The torren, roar'd ; and we did buffet it 

With lusty sinews, throwing it aside, 

And stemming it with hearts of controversy. 



Shakspeare. 



Shakspeare. 



In wrestling, nimble, and in running, swift ; 

In shooting, steady, and in swimming, strong ; 
Well made to strike, to leap, to throw, to lift, 

And all the sports that shepherds are among. 

Spenser's Jlstrophel. 

Listening how the hounds and horn 
Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn, 
From the side of some hoar hill, 
Through the high wood echoing shrill. 

Milton, 

Far up the stream the twisted hair he throws, 
W^hich down the murmuring current quickly flows, 
When, if or chance or hunger's powerful sway 
Directs the roving trout this fatal way, 
He greedily sucks in the twining bait, 
And tugs and nibbles the fallacious meat. 
Now, happy fisherman, now twitch the line ! 
How the rod bends ! Behold the prize is thine. 

Gay's Rural Sportt 

With what delight the rapid course I view ! 
How does my eye the circling race pursue ! 
He snaps deceitful air with empty jaws, 
The subtle hare darts swift beneath his paws ; 



£72 FISHING - HUNTING, 6lc. 

She flies, ohe stretches now with nimble bound ; 
Eager he presses on, but overshoots his ground ; 
She turns ; he winds, and soon regains the w 7 ay, 
Then tears with gory mouth the screaming prey. 

Gay's Rural Spoiii 
See how the well-taught pointer leads the way ! 
The scent grows warm; he stops ; he springs the prey; 
The fluttering coveys from the stubble rise, 
And on swift wings divide the sounding skies ; 
The scattering lead pursues the certain sight, 
And death in thunder overtakes their flight. 

Gay's Rural Sport* 

Soon as Aurora drives away the night, 
And edges eastern clouds with rosy light, 
The healthy huntsman, with the cheerful horn, 
Summons the dogs, and greets the dappled morn. 
The jocund thunder wakes the enliven'd hounds, 
They rouse from sleep, and answer sounds for sounds ; 
Wide through the furzy fields their course they take, 
Their bleeding bosoms force the thorny brake : 
The flying game their smoking nostrils trace, 
No bounding hedge obstructs their eager pace. 
The distant mountains echo from afar, 
The hanging woods resound the flying war ; 
The tuneful noise the sprightly courser hears, 
Paws the green turf, and pricks his trembling ears ; 
The slacken'd rein now gives him all his speed, 
Back flies the rapid ground beneath the steed ; 
Hills, dales and forests, far behind remain, 
While the warm scent draws on the deep-mouth'd Iraia. 

Gay's Rural Sportt 

High in air 

rfe waves his varied plumes, stretching away 
With hasty wing. Soon from the uplifted tube 
The mimic thunder bursts; the leaden death 



FISHING HUNTING, &c. 273 

O'ertakes him, and with many a giddy whirl 
To earth he falls, and at my feet expires. 

SOMERVILE. 

L genial spring, oeneath the quiv'ring shade, 
Where cooling vapours breathe along the mead, 
The patient fisher takes his silent stand, 
Intent, his angle trembling in his hand : 
With looks unmov'd he hopes the scaly breed, 
And eyes the dancing cork and bending reed. 

Pope's Windsoi Foitst. 

Ye vig'rous swains ! while youth ferments your blood, 
And purer spirits swell the sprightly flood, 
Now range the hills, the gameful woods beset, 
Wind the shrill horn, or spread the waving net 
When milder autumn summer's heat succeeds, 
And in the new-shorn field the partridge feeds, 
Before his lord the ready spaniel bounds, 
Panting with hope, he tries the furrow'd grounds ; 
But when the tainted gales the game betray, 
Couch'd close he lies, and meditates the prey ; 
Secure they trust th' unfaithful field beset, 
Till, hovering o'er them, sweeps the swelling net. 

Pope's Windsor Forest 

He thought, at heart, like courtly Chesterfield, 
Who, after a long chase o'er hills, dales, bushes, 
And what not, though he rode beyond all price, 
Ask'd next day " if men ever hunted twice ?" 

Byron's Don Juan 

— With a swimmer's stroke 
Ringing the billows back from my drench'd hair, 
And laughing from my lip the audacious brine, 
Which kiss'd it iitve a wine-cup, rising o'er 
The waves as they arose, and prouder still 
The loftier they uplifted me. 

Byron's Two Foscan. 



«?4 FLAG -FLATTERY, &c. 



FLAG.—. , See Banner.) 



FLATTERY — SYCOPHANT — PRAISE 

Or who would ever care to do brave deed, 

Or strive in virtue others to excel, 
If none should yield him his deserved meed, 

Due praise, that is the spur of doing well ? 
For if good were not praised more than ill, 
None would choose goodness of his own free wilL 

Spenser 
That, sir, which serves and seeks for gain, 

And follows but for form, 
Will pack when it begins to rain, 

And leave thee in the storm. 

Shakspeare 

He would not flatter Neptune for his trident ; 
Or Jove for his power to thunder. 

Shakspeare 
You play the spaniel, 
And think with wagging of your tongue to win me. 

Shakspeare 
Of all wild Lt asts, preserve me from a tyrant ; 
And of all tame — a flatterer. 

Ben Jonson. 
The f rmest purpose of a woman's heart 
To well-tim'd, artful flattery may yield. 



*T is an old maxim in the schools, 
That flattery 's the food of fools, 
Yet, now and then, your men of wit 
Wil. condescend to take a bit. 



LlLLO. 



Swift. 



FLATTERY - SYCOPHANT - PR A ISE. 2? 5 

Minds, 
By nature great, are conscious of their greatness, 
And hold it mean to borrow aught from flattery. 

Rowb. 
My soul is open to che charms of praise : 
There is no joy beyond it, when the mind 
Of him who hears it can, with honest pride, 
Confess it just, and listen to its music. 

Whitehead's Roman Father 
[n praising Chloris, moon, and stars, and skies, 
Are quickly made to match her face and eyes ; 
And gold and rubies, with as little care, 
To fit the colour of her lips and hair ; 
And mixing suns, and flowers, and pearls and stones, 
Make thern seem all complexions at once. 



Butler 



For praise, that 's due, does give no more 
To worth than what it had before ; 
But, to commend without desert, 
Requires a mastery of art, 
That sets a glass on what 's amiss. 
And says what should be, not what is. 



Butler 



The love of praise, howe'er conceal'd by art, 
Reigns, more or less, and glows in every heart ; 
The proud, to gain it, toils on toils endure, 
The modest sl.un it, but to make it sure. 

Young's Love of Fame. 
Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came, 
And the puff of a dunce, he mistook it for fame ; 
Till, his relish grown callous almost to disease, 
Who pepper'd the highest, was surest to please. 

Goldsmith's Retaliation* 
A flattering painter, who made it his care 
To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are. 

Goldsmith's Retaliation 



276 FLATTERY - SYCOPHANT - PRAISE. 

To hear his soothing tales, she feigns delays ; 
What woman can resist the force of praise ? 

Gay's Trivia 

Methinks you 're over-nice : 
True ; flattery is a shocking vice ; 
Yet, sure, whene'er the praise is just, 
One may commend without distrust. 

Gay's Fables 

Long, open panegyric drags at best, 

And praise is only praise when well addrest. 

Gay's Epistles* 

But flattery never seems absurd ; 
The flatter'd always takes your word 
Impossibilities seem just, 
They take the strongest praise on trust ; 
Hyperboles, tho' ne'er so great, 
Will still come short of self-conceit, 

Gay's Fables. 

The villain's censure is extorted praise. 

Pope. 

Praise of the wise and good ! — it is a meed 
For which I wouia iong years of toil endure — 
Which many a peril, many a grief, would cure. 

Sir E. Brydges. 

Oh ! it is worse than mockery to list the flatt'rer's tone, 
To lend a ready ear to thoughts the cheek must blush to 

own, — 
To hear the red lip whisper'd of, and the flowing curl, and 

eye, 
Made constant theme of eulogy extravagant and high — 
And the charm of person worshipp'd, in an homage offer' d 

not 
To the perfect charm of virtue, and the majesty of thought, 

J. G. Whittier, 



FLOWERS- FRUITS. 277 

Oh ! when the breath of flattery is warm upDn thine ear, 
And manly brows are bending in humble suppliance near, 
May no dream of tenderness arise, which earth may not 

fulfil, 
And no fountain open in thy heart, which Time hath 

power to chill ! 

J. G. Whittier. 



FLOWERS — FRUITS. 

Sweet garland wreaths 
Of pansies, pinks, and gaudy daffodils. 

Milton's Comus, 

Where peaches glow with sunny dyes, 
Like maidens' cheeks when blushes rise ; 
Where with huge figs the branches bend, 
Where clusters from the vine distend. 

Gay's Fables. 

Here, scatter'd wild, the lily of the vale 
Its balmy essence breathes ; here cowslips hang 
Their dewy heads, and purple violets lurk, 
With all the lowly children of the shade. 

Thomson. 

Where opening roses breathing sweets diffuse* 
And soft carnations shower their balmy dews ; 
Where lilies srni.e in virgin robes of white, 
The thin undress of superficial light ; 
4nd varied tulips show so dazzling gay, 
Blushing in bright diversities of day. 

She looks as clear 
As morning roses, newly wash'd in dew. 

Shakspeare 

The fragrant orange, with b Tight golden rind. 

Somervile's Chase. 
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PoPfe. 



€fe FLOWERS -FRUITS 

The hardy nnt, in solid mail secure, 
Impregnable to winter's frosts, repays 
Its hoarder's care. 

Somervile's HobbmcL 

The cocoa's root, 
Which bears at once the cup, and milk, and fruit 

Byron's Island* 
The little flow'rets raise their heads, 
And bloom as gaily on the grave, 
As if reposing on such beds 

As Nature to her children gave. 

Richmond Republican 
A violet by a mossy stone, 

Half hidden from the eye, 
Fair as a star, when onh r one 
Is shining in the sky. 

Wordsworth. 

Like sweet thoughts that come 
Wing'd from the maiden fancy, and fly off 
In music to the skies, and then are lost, 
These ever-steaming odours seek the sun, 
And fade in the light he scatters. 

Barry Cornwall 

In Eastern lands they talk in flowers, 

And they tell in a garland their loves and cares ; 

Each blossom that blooms in their garden bowers, 
On its leaves a mystic language bears. 

J. G. Percival 

The evergreen stern Winters power derides, 

Like hope, that in misfortune's storm abides. 



Yes, lovely flower, I find in thee 

Wild sweetness which no words express, 

And chirms in thy simplicity 
That dwell not in the pride of dress, 

Langhornb. 



FOLLY -FOOLS 27ft 

There is to me 
A daintiness about these early flowers, 
That touches me like poetry. They blow out 
With such a simple loveliness among 
The common herbs of pastures, and breathe 
Their lives so unobtrusively, like hearts 
Whose beatings are too gentle for the world. 

N. P Willis 
Oh ! the flowers look upward in every place, 

Through this beautiful world of ours, 
And, dear as a smile on an old friend's face, 

Is the smile ot the bright, bright flowers ! 



FOLLY — FOOLS. 

This fellow 's wise enough to play the fool ; 
And, to do that well, craves a kind of wit. 



Shakspeare. 



He who digs hills because they do aspire, 
Throws down one mountain, to cast up a higher.^. 

Shakspeare. 
To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, 
To throw a perfume on the violet, 
To smooth the ice, or add another hue 
Unto the rainbow. 

Shakspeare. 
Man, proud man, 
Dress'd in a little brief authority, 
Most ignorant of what he 's most assur'd, — 
His glossy essence — like an angry ape — 
Plays such fantastic tricks, before high heaven, 
As makes the angels weep. 

Shakspeark 
Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise. 

Milton 



280 FOLLY -FOOLS. 

'T is strange there should such difference be 
Twixt tweedle-dum and tweedle-dee. 

Butler's Hudibras 
When civil dudgeon first grew high, 
And men fell out, they knew not why ; 
When hard words, jealousies, and fears, 
Set men together by the ears, 

Butler's Hudibras, 
Two things so averse, they never yet 
But in thy rambling fancy met. 

Butler's Hudibras, 

For many a lad returns from school 
A Latin, Greek, and Hebrew fool ; 
In arts and knowledge still a block, 
Tho' deeply skill'd in hie, hwc, hoc. 

Pattison 
Nothing exceeds in ridicule, no doubt, 
A fool in fashion, but a fool that 's out; 
His passion for absurdity's so strong, 
He cannot bear a rival in the wrong. 
Though wrong the mode, comply : more sense is shown 
In wearing others' follies than our own. 

Young. 

'Tis not in folly not to scorn a fool, 

And scarce in human wisdom to do more. 

Young's Night Thoughts. 
Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die ! 

Young's Night Thoughts, 
Sonic positive, persisting fops we know, 
Who, f once wrong, will needs be always so ; 
But you with pleasure own your errors past, 
And make each day a critique on the last. 

POPE 

For fools rush in where angels fear to tread. 

PoPK. 



FOOLS -FORGETFULNESS, &c. 28 J 

Who perhaps to the summit of science might soar, 
Content if " the tabb he set in a roar." 

Goldsmith's Retaliation 
Whose genius was such, 
We scarcely could praise him, or blame him, too much ; 
Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, 
And to party gave up what was meant for mankind. 

Goldsmith's Retaliation. 
Like an ill-judging beauty, his colours he spread, 
And bespatter' d with rouge his own natural red. 

Goldsmith's Retaliation, 
He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack, 
For he knew, when he wish'd, he could whistle them back. 

Goldsmith's Retaliation, 
And idle jests, untimely spoken, 
The tend'rest ties have often broken. 



Explaining metaphysics to the nation — 
I wish he would explain his explanation. 



Byron 



FOOLS. — (See Folly.) 



FORGETFULNESS — OBLIVION. 

I 've touch'c the highest point of all my greatness ; 
And from the full meridian of my glory 
I haste now to my setting. I shall fall 
Like a bright exhalation in the evening, 
And no man see me more ! 



The swallowing gulf 
Of dark oblivion and deep despair. 



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Shakspeabr 
Shakspearb. 



282 FORGET ME NOT. 

"Tfc far off; 
And rather like a dream, than an assurance 
That my remembrance warrants. 

Shakspearb 
Thus peaceful rests, without a stone, a name, 
What once had beauty, titles, wealth and fame. 

Pope 
Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung. 

Scott 
'T is infamy to die, and not be miss'd. 

Carlos Wilcox. 
Let not a death, unwept, unhonour'd, be 
The melancholy fate allotted me ! 
But those who love me living, when I die. 
Still fondly keep some cherish'd memory. 

From Solon, 



FORGET ME NOT. 

Forget me not, when others gaze 
Enamour'd on thee with the looks of praise ; 
When weary leagues between us both are cast, 
And each dull hour seems heavier than the last — 

Oh ! then forget me not ! 



Think of him whose prayers shall bless thee ; 
Think of him thy love had bless'd. 

Oh ! think of her who holds thee dear, 
And think that thou art all to her ! 

May joy thy steps attend, 
And mayst thou find in every form a friend ; 
With care msullied be thy every thought, 
And in thy dreams of home, forget me not ! 



Byron. 



Byron 



FORGIVENESS -MERCY, &c. 283 

Though we should meet no more, sweet maid, 
Forget me not. 



Remember thee, and all thy pains, 

And all thy love for me ! 
Yes ! while a pulse, a breath remains, 

Will I remember thee ! 

Each dew-drop, on its morning leaves, 

Is eloquent as tears, 
That whisper, when young passion grieves 
For one belov'd afar, and weaves 

His dream of hopes and fears, 
Forget me not ! 



Montgomery, 



FlTZ-GREEN HALLECK* 



FORGIVENESS — MERCY — PITY, &c 

And but to speaken of her conscience, 

She was so charitable and so piteous, 

She would weep an that she but saw a mouse 

Caught in a trap, if it were dead or bled. 

Chaucer. 
The quality of mercy is not strain'd ; 
It droppeth as the gentle dew from heaven 
Upon the place beneath. It is twice bless'd : 
It blesses him that gives, and him that takes. 

Shakspeare. 
'T is mightiest in the mighty ; it becomes 
The throned monarch better than his crown. 

Shakspeare, 
Though justice be thy plea, consider this — 
That in the course of justice, none of us 
Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy ; 
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render 
The deeds :f mercy. 

Shakspeare. 



284 FORGIVENESS - MERCY, &c. 

Great souJs lorgive not injuries mi time 
Has put their enemies into their power, 
That they may show forgiveness in theL awn. 

iMature has cast me in so soft a mould, 
That, but to hear a story, feign' d for pleasure, 
Of some sad lover's death, moistens my eyes 
And robs me of my manhood. 

Thy narrow soul 
Knows not the God-like glory of forgiving; 
Nor can thy cold, thy ruthless heart conceive 
How large the power, how fix'd the empire is, 
Which benefits confer on generous minds. 



Drydew 



Dryden. 



Rowe. 



The greatest attribute of heaven is mercy, 
And 't is the crown of justice, and the glory, 
Where it may kill with right, to save with pity. 

Beaumont and Fletcher. 
He, that is merciful 
Unto the bad, is cruel .to the good. 

Randolph 

Those moving tears will quite dissolve my frame ; 
They melt the soul which threats could never shake. 

HlGGONS. 

A generous warmth opens the hero's soul, 

And soft compassion flows where courage dwells. 

C. Johnson 
The generous heart 
Should scorn a pleasure which gives others pain. 

Thomson 
Great conquerors greater glory gam 
By foes m triumph led than slain; 
The laurels that adorn their brows, 
Are pull'd from living, not dead, t Dughs. 

Butlef's Ht<iibra*. 



FORGIVENESS- MERCY &c. 285 

Young men soon give, and soon forget affronts, 
Old age is slow in both.' 

Addison's Cato 

Yet oh ! when thou shalt die, 
May death be mild as thou art cruel now ; 
And may thy beauties gently sink to earth, 
While circling angels waft thee to repose ! 

Nat. Lee. 

Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, 

But God wall never. 

Cowper's Task. 

The truly brave are soft of heart and eyes, 
And feel for what their duty bids them do. 

Byron's Marino Faliero. 
Pity ! is it pity to recall to feeling 
The wretch too happy to escape to death 
By the compassionate trance, poor nature's last 
Resource against the tyranny of pain ? 

Byron's Two Foscari. 
Go to — you are a child, 
Infirm of feeling and of purpose, blown 
About by every breath, shook by a sigh 
And melted by a tear — a precious judge. 

Byron's Two Foscari 

Wi:h tears for nought but others' ills ; 
And then they flow'd like mountain rills, 
Unless he could assuage their woe. 

Byron's Prisoner of Chillon 
Hate shuts her soul when dove-ey'd Mercy pleads. 

Charles Sprague 
Forgive and forget ! — why the world would be lonely, 

The garden a wilderness left to deform, 
If the flowers but remember'd the chilling winds only, 
An] the fields gave no verdure for fear of the storm. 

Charles Swain, 



286 FORTITUDE - *OR TUNE, &o. 



FORTITUDE. — (See Bravery.) 



FORTUNE. — (See Chance.) 



FRANKNESS — INGENUOUSNESS. 

And the soft language of the soul 
Flow'd from her never-silent eye. 

Cartwrisht 

How eloquent in every look — 
Thro' her expressive eyes, her soul distinctly spoke. 

Lord Lyttleton. 
Whate'er the emotions of her heart, 

Still shone conspicuous in her eyes — 
Stranger to every female art, 
Alike to feign, or to disguise. 



Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes. 



Shaw 
Byron. 



If tenderness touch'd her, the dark of her eye 

At once took a darker, a heavenlier dye, 

From the depth of whose shadow, like holy revealings, 

From the innermost shrine, came the light of her feelings. 

MoORE. 



FREEDOM — LIBERTY. 

Oh ! give me liberty ! 
For were ev3n Paradise my prison, 
StiL I should long to leap the crystal walls. 



Dry den. 



FREEDOM - LIBERTY. 287 

Oh, Liberty ! thou goddess heavenly bright ! 
Profuse of bliss, and pregnant with delight ! 
Eternal pleasures in thy presence reign, 
And smiling Plenty leads thy wanton train. 

Addison's holy. 
A day, an hour of virtuous liberty, 
Is worth a whole eternity of bondage. 

Addison's Cato. 
The greatest glory of a free-born people, 
Is to transmit that freedom to their children. 

Havard 
But slaves, that once conceive the glowing thought 
Of freedom, in that hope itself possess 
All that the contest calls for ; — spirit, strength, 
The scorn of danger, and united hearts, 
The surest presage of the good they seek. 

Cowper's Task 
'T is liberty alone that gives the flowers 
Of fleeting life their lustre and perfume, 
And we are weeds without it. 

Cowper's Task 

Easier were it 
To hurl the rooted mountain from its base, 
Than force the yoke of slavery upon men 
Determin'd to be free. 

SOUTHEY . 

We will not De the traitor slaves, 

Whi.e heaven has light, or earth has graves. 



Go, tame the wild torrent, or stem with a straw 

The proud surges that sweep o'er the sands that confin'd 
them; 

But presume not again to give Freemen a law, 

Or think, with the chains they have broken, to bind thero 



^S FREEDOM - LIBERTY. 

By the hope within us springing, 
Herald of to-morrow's strife ; 

By that sun, whose light is bringing 
Chains or freedom, death or Life — 

Oh! remember, life can be 

No charm for him who lives not free ! 



Moors. 



And Oh ! if there be, on this earthly sphere 
A boon, an offering Heaven holds dear, 
■ 'T is the last libation Liberty draws 
From the heart that bleeds, and breaks in her cause ! 

Moore's Lalla Bookk 

Tho' too true to themselves e'er to crouch to oppression, 
Who can yield to just rule a more loyal submission ? 

Hon. We Gaston. 
Who would be free, themselves must strike the blow. 

Byron's Childe Harold. 
For Freedom's battle, oft begun, 
Bequeath'd from bleeding sire to son, 
Tho' baffled oft, is ever won. 

Byron's Giaour. 
Brightest in dungeons, Liberty ! thou art, 
For then thy habitation is the heart ! 

Byron's Prisoner of Chilton. 

Should a conqueror tread on our forefathers' dust, 
it would wake the old bones from their graves. 

Campbeli , 
Those sacred rights to which themselves were born. 

Akenside, 
Oh, Liberty ! can man resign thee, 

Once having felt thy generous flame ? 
Can dungeons, bolts, and bars conrine thee, 
Or whips thy noble spirit tame? 

Marseilles Hymn. 



FRIENDSHIP. 289 



FRIENDSHIP. 



Friendship is constant in all other things, 
Save in the office and affairs of love : 
Therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues ; 
Let every eye negotiate for itself, 

And trust no agent. 

Shakspeare. 

Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago, 

If thou but think'st him wrong'd, and mak'st his ear 

A stranger to thy thoughts. 

Shakspeare. 

A friend should bear his friend's infirmities. 

Shakspeare. 

Who shall compare love's mean and gross desire 
To the chaste zeal of friendship's sacred fire ? 
Love is a sudden blaze which soon decays 
Friendship is like the sun's eternal rays ; 
Not daily benefits exhaust the flame, 

It still is giving, and still burns the same. 

Gay's Dione* 

The joys of friendship, — v^ 
The trust, security, and mutual tenderness, 
The double joys, when both are glad for both ; 
Our only wealth, our last retreat and strength, 
Secure against all fortune and the world. 

Rowk< 
Friendship above all ties does bind the heart, 
And faith in friendship is the noblest part. 

Lord Orrery 

First on thy friend deliberate with thyself; 

Pause, ponder, sift ; not eager in the choice, 

Nor jealous of the chosen : fixing, fix ; — 

Judge before friendship, then confide till death. 

Young's Night Thought* 
36 



»0 FRIENDSHIP. 

Hope not to find 
A friend, but what has found a friend in thee ; 
All like the purchase, few the price will pay ; 
And this makes friends such miracles below. 

Young's Night Thought* 
The friendships of the world are oft 
Confed'racies in vice, or leagues in pleasure. 

Addison's Cato 
Friendship ! mysterious cement of the soul ! 
Sweet'ner of life, and solder of society, 
I owe thee much ! thou hast deserv'd of me 
Far, far beyond what I can rver pay. 

Blair's Grave, 

And what is friendship but a name, 

A charm that lulls to sleep? — 
A sound that follows wealth and fame, 

But leaves the wretch to weep. 

Goldsmith's Hermit. 

Friendship is not a plant of hasty growth ; 
Though planted in esteem's deep fixed soil, 
The gradual culture of kind intercourse 
Must bring it to perfection. 

Joanna Baillie 

Thou art the friend, 
To whom the shadows of long years extend. 

Byron's Child e Harold 
Though human, thou didst not deceive me, 

Though woman, thou didst not forsake, 
Though lov'd, thou forborest to grieve me, 

Though slander'd, thou never couldst shake 
Though trusted, thou didst not disclaim me, 

Though parted, it was not to fly, 
Though watchful, 't was not to defame me, 
Nor mute, that the world might belie. 

Byroh 



FRIENDSHIP. 291 

He, who, malignant, tears an absent friend, 
Or, when attack'd by others, don't defend, 
Who friendship's secrets knows not to conceal-— 
That man is vile. 

Francis' Horace. 
A generous friendship no cold medium knows, 
Burns w^ith one warmth, with one resentment glows; 
One must our union, our resentment be, 
My friend must hate the man who injures me. 



\ 



How much to be priz'd and esteem'd is a friend, 
On whom we can always with safety depend ! 
Our joys, when extended, will always increase, 
And griefs, when divided, are hush'd into peace. 

Mrs. Margaret Smith 
Oh, friendship ! thou balm and sweet'ner of life ! 
Kind parent of ease, and composer of strife ! 
Without thee, alas ! what are riches and power, 
But empty delusions, the joy of an hour ? 

Mrs. Margaret Smith 
When our lives 
Were link'd in one, and our young hearts bloom'd out, 
Like violet bells upon the self-same stem, 
Pouring the dewy odours of life's spring 
Into ea>h other's bosoms. 

B. B. Thatcher. 
Friends my soul with joy remembers ! 

How like quivering flames they start, 
When I fan the living embers 

On the hearthstone of my heart ! 

H. W. Longfellow 
Yes, che summer of life passes quickly away, 

Soon the winter of age sheds its snow on the heart , 
But the warm sun of Friendship, that gilded youth's day, 

Shall still thro' the dark clouds a soft ray impart. 

A GlBBS. 



202 FRUITS - FUNERAL, &c. 

Sweet lady, wilt .hou think of me 

When Friendship's flowers are round thee wreathing, 
And Love's delirious flattery 

Within thy ear is sofLy breathing ? 
O, let my friendship, in the wreath, 

Though bui; a bud among the flowers, 
Its sweetest fragrance round thee breathe— « 

'T will serve to soothe thy weary hours. 

Mrs. Amelia B. Welby, 

In aAe years, — when thou, perchance, 

As thoughts of Auld Lang Syne arise, 
'Midst other scenes shalt cast a glance 

Along these pages, should thine eyes 
Rest on this tribute — think of me — 
Think kindly, as I shall of thee. 

J. T. Watsoil 



FRUITS. — (See Flowers.) 



FUNERAL — MOURNING — WIDOW, 

Do not for ever, with thy veiled lids, 

Seek for thy noble father in the dust ; 

Thou know'st 't is common ; all that live, must uie, 

Passing through nature to eternity. 

Shakspearb. 
Why is the hearse with 'scutcheons blazon'd round, 
And with the nodding plumes of ostrich crown'd ? 
No: the dead know r it not, nor profit gain; 
It only serves to prove the living vain. 

Gay's Trivia. 
They truly mourn, that mourn without a witness. 

Baron. 



FUNERAL - MOURNING - WIDOW. 293 

* Of all 

The fools, who flock'd to swell or see the show, 

Who cared about the corpse ? The funeral 
Made the attraction, and the black the woe. 

, Byron's Vision of Judgment. 
Groans and convulsions, and discolour'd faces, 
Friends weeping round us, blacks, and obsequies, 
Make death a dreadful thing ; the pomp of death 
Is far more terrible than death itself. 

Nat. Lee. 
Prone on the lonely grave of the dear man 
She drops ; whilst busy meddling memory, 
In barbarous succession, musters up 
The past endearments of their softer hours, 
Tenacious of the theme. 

Blair's Grave. 

Thus, day by day, and month by month, we pass'd ; 
It pleas'd the Lord to take my spouse at last. 
I tore my gown, I soil'd my locks with dust, 
And beat my breasts — as wretched widows must . 
Before my face my handkerchief I spread, 
To hide the flood of tears I did — not shed. 

Pops, 
What though no friends in sable weeds appear, 
Grieve for an hour, perhaps, then mourn a year? 
And bear about the mockery of woe 
To midnight dances, and the public show ! 

POFB. 

Death's seneschal ! 't is thine to trace 

For each his proper look and place ; 

How aunts shouH weep, where uncles stand. 

With hostile cousins, hand in hand ; 

Give matchless gloves, and fitly shape 

By "length of face the length of crape. 

Hon. N. Biddle's Ode to Bogle. 
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£94 FUTURITY. 

See him erect, with ofty tread, 4 

The dark scarf streaming from his head, 
Lead forth his groups, in order meet, 
And range them grief-wise in the street — 
Presiding o'er the solemn show, 
The very Chesterfield of woe ! 

Hon. N. Biddle's Ode to Bogh 

Let widows, anxious to fulfil 
(For the first time) the dear man's will, 
Lovers and lawyers ill at ease, 
For bliss deferr'd, or loss of fees, 
Or heirs, impatient of delay, 
'Chafe inly at his formal stay 
The Bogle heeds not: firm and true, 
Resolv'd to give the dead his due, 
No jot of honour will he bate, 
Nor stir towards the church-yard gate. 
Till the last person is at hand, 
And every hat has got its band. 

Hon. N. Biddle's Ode to Bogle, 
Ere death had quite stricken the bloom from her cheek. 

Or worn ofT the smoothness and gloss of her brow, 
When our quivering lips her dear name could not speak, 

And our hearts vainly strove to God's judgment to bow, 
He estrang'd himself from us, and cheerfully then 
Sought out a new object, and wedded again. 

J. H. Bright. 
Nature doth mourn for thee. There is no need 
For man to strike his plaintive lyre and fail, 
As fail he must if he attempts thy praise. 

Mrs. L. H. Sigournct 



FUTURITY. — (See Eternity.) 



GAMBLING - GENIUS - TALENT. 295 

GAMBLING.- (See Betting.) 



GENIUS — TALENT. 

Time, place, and action, may with pains be wrought, 
But genius must be born* and never can be taught. 

Dryden. 
One science only will one genius fit, 
So vast is art, so narrow human wit : 
Like kings, we lose the conquests gain'd before, 
By vain ambition still to make them more. 

Pope's Essay on Criticism* 
Talents angel-bright, 
If wanting worth, are shining instruments 
In false ambition's hand, to finish faults 
Illustrious, and give infamy renown. 

Young's Night Thoughts 
I live not like the many of my kind ; 

Mine is a world of feelings and of fancies ; 
Fancies, whose rainbow-empire is the mind — 
Feelings, that realize their own romances. 

Miss L. E. Landon. 
For genius swells more strong and clear 
When close confin'd — like bottled beer. 

Trumbull's McFingal. 
The lamp of genius, tho' by nature lit, 
If not protected, prun'd, and fed with care, 
Soon dies, or runs to waste with fitful glare. 

Carlos Wilcox 
He dretf his light from that he was amidst, 
#As doth a lamp from air which hath itself 
Matter of light, altho' it show it not. 

Bailey's Festus. 



296 



GENTLEMAN. 



Wax to receive, and marble to retain 

Byron's Beppo 
What made more sad the outward form's decay, 
A soul of Genius glimmer d thro' the clay : 
Genius has so much youth no care can kill, 
Death seems unnatural when it sighs " Be still." 

The New Timon* 

Creative Genius ! from thy hand 

What shapes of order, beauty, rise, 
When waves thy potent, mystic wand 

To people ocean, earth and skies 

. . H. M'Ilvane. 



GENTLEMAN. 



He that bears himself like a gentleman 
Is worth to have been born a gentleman. 

Measure not thy carriage by any man's eye, 
Thy speech by no man's ear ; be resolute 
And confident in saying and in doing; 
This is the grace of a right gentleman. 

I read no difference between this huge, 
This monstrous big word, lord, and gentleman, 
More than the title sounds ; for aught I learn* 
The latter is as noble as the first : 
1 'm sure more ancient. 



Chapmak, 



Chapman, 



John Ford, 



The general voice 
Sounds him for courtesy, behaviour, language,. 
And every fair demeanour, an example : 
Titles of honour add not to his worth, 
Who is himself an honour to his title. 



John Fors>. 



GHOST - SUPERSTITION. 291 

Tho' modest, on Lis unembarrass'd brow 
Nature had written " Gentleman." 

Byron's Don Juan. 



GHOST — SUPERSTITION. 

Angels ajid ministers of grace, defend us ! — 

Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd, 

Bring with thee airs from heaven, or blasts from hell, 

Be thy intents wicked or charitable, 

Thou comest in such questionable shape 

That I will speak to thee. 

Shakspeare. 

Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! let the earth hide thee ! 
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; 
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes, 
vVhich thou dost glare with ! 

Shakspeare, 
I can call up spirits from the vasty deep. — 
Why so can I, or so can any man ; 

But will they come, when you do call for them ? 

Shakspeare. 
A thousand fantasies 
Begin to throng into my memory, 
Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire, 
And air) tongues that syllable men's names, 
And sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses. 

Milton's Comas 
They gather round, and wonder at the tale 
Of horrid apparition, tall and ghostiy, 
That walks at dead of night, or takes his stand 
O'er some new-open'd grave, and (strange to tell,) 
Evanishes at crowing of the cock. 

Blair's Grave. 
For spirits, freed from mortal laws, with ease 
Assume what sexes and what shapes they please. 

POPK. 



29S GHOST - SUPERSTITION. 

Matrons who toss the cup, and see 
The grounds of fate in grounds of tea. 

Churchill, 
A horrid spectre rises to my sight, 
Close by my side, and plain and palpable, 
In all good seeming and close circumstance, 
As man meets man. 

Joanna Baillib 
'Tis a history 
Handed from ages down ; a nurse's tale, 
Which children, open-ey'd and mouth'd, devour 
And thus, as garrulous ignorance relates 
We learn it and believe 

Southey's Thataba. 
An undefin'd and sudden thrill, 
That makes the heart a moment still — 
Then beat with quicker pulse, asham'd 
Of that strange sense its silence fram'd. 

Byron's Siege of Corinth. 
He shudder'd, as no doubt the bravest cowers 

When he can't tell what 't is that doth appal. 
How odd a single hobgoblirrs nonentity 
Should cause more fear than a whole host's identity i 

Byron's Bon Juan 
Grim reader ! did you ever see a ghost ? 

Byron's Don Juan 
And not in vain he listen'd : Hush ! — what's that ? 

I see — I see — Ah no ! 't is not — yet 't is — 
Ye powers ! it is the — the — the — Pooh ! the cat I 
The devil may take that stealthy pace of his ! 

Byron's Don Juan 
Of clanking fetters — low, mysterious groans — 
Blood-crusted daggers, and uncoffln'd bones — 
Pale gliding ghosts, with fingers dropping gore — 
And b.ie flames dancing round a dungeon door. 

Sprague's Curiosity. 



GLOOM -GLORY, &c. 29U 

GLOOM. — (See Care.) 



GLORY. — (See Ambition.) 



GLUTTONY. — (See Drinking.) 



GOD — PROVIDENCE. 

There 's a Divinity that shapes our ends, 
Rough-hew them as we will. 



SlIAXSPEARE 



The glorious Author of the universe, 

Who reins the winds, gives the vast ocean bounds, 

And circumscribes the floating worlds their rounds ! 

Gay's Rural Sports 

God, veil'd in clouded majesty, alone 
Gives light to all ; bids the great system move, 
And changing seasons in their turns advance, 
Unmov'd, unchang'd himself. 

Somervile's Chase. 
Who finds not Providence all good and wise, 
Alike in what it gives, and what denies 1 

Pope's Essay on Man. 
All nature is but art, unknown to thee, 
All chance, direction, which thou canst not see, 
All discord, harmony not understood, 
All partial evil, universal good ; 
And, spite of pride — in erring reason's spite, 
One thing is clear — whatever is, is right. 

Pope's Essay on Man. 



300 GOD -PROVIDENCE. 

O, all-preparing Providence divine ! 

In thy large book what secrets are enrolTd? 
What sundry helps doth thy great power assign, 

To prop the course which thou intend'st to hold ! 

Dray ton 
Go, mark the matchless working of the Power 
That shuts within the seed the future flower ; 
Bids these in elegance of form excel, 
In colour these, and those delight the smell; 
Sends nature forth, the daughter of the skies, 
To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes. 

COWPER. 

Yes, thou art ever present, Power Divine ! 
Not circumscriFd by time, nor fix'd to space, 
Confin'd to altars, nor to temples bound. 
In wealth, in want, in freedom, or in chains, 
In dungeons, or on thrones, the faithful find Thee. 

Hannah More. 
The Lord ! how tender is his .tear ! 

His justice how august ! 
Hence all her fears my soul derives, 

There anchors all her trust ! 



Dr. Darwin. 



O Thou ! who dry'st the mourner's tear, 
How dark this world would be, 

If when deceiv'd and wounded here, 
We could not fly to thee ! 



Moore. 



Who spoke creation into birth, 
Arch'd the broad heavens, and spread the rolling earth ; 
Who form'd a pathway for the obedient sun. 
And bade the seasons in their circles run ; 
Who filPd the air, the forest, and the flood, 
And gave man all for comfort, or for good. 

Charles Sprague 



GOLD - W EALTH, &c. 30 1 

Below, above, o'er all h; dares to rove, 

In all finds God, and finds that God all love. 

Charles Sprague* 
Elow poor, how rich, how abjec, how august, 
How complicate, how wonderful is man ! 
How passing wonder He, who made him such ! 

Young's Night Thoughts 



GOLD — WEALTH, &c, 

Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind, 

More than quick words, do move a woman's mind. 

Shakspeare, 
Madam, I own 't is not your person, 
My stomach's set so sharp and fierce on ; 
But 'tis your better part, your riches, 
That my enamour'd heart bewitches ! 

Butler's Hudibras 
For money has a power above 
The stars and fate, to manage love. 
Whose arrows learned poets hold, 
That never miss, are tipp'd with gold. 

Butler's Hudibras, 
Trade it may help, society extend, 
But lures the pirate, and corrupts the friend; 
It raises armies in a nation's aid, 
But bribes a Senate, and a land 's betray'd. 

Pope's Moral Essays 
Get place and wealth, if possible, with grace, 
If not, by any means get wealth and place. 

Pope's Moral Essays 
To whom can riches give repute or trust, 
Content, or pleasure, but the good and just? 

Pope's Essay on Man. 



302 GOLD - WEALTH, &c. 

Judges and Senates nave been bought for gold ; 
Esteem and love were never to be sold. 

Pope's Essay on Man, 
Their much-lov'd wealth imparts 
Convenience, plenty, elegance and arts. 

Goldsmith's Traveller, 
Gold is the strength, the sinews of the world : 
The health, the soul, th° beauty most divine ; 
A mask of gold hides all deform ties ; 
Gold is heaven's physic, life's restorative. 

Decked 
To purchase heaven has gold the power? 
Can gold remove the mortal hour? 
In life can love be bought with gold ? 
Are friendship's pleasures to be sold ? 
No — all that 's worth a wish — a thought — 
Fair virtue gives, unbrib'd, unbought. 
Cease then on trash thy hopes to bind, 
Let nobler views engage thy mind. 

Dr. Johnson 
For gold his sword the hireling ruffian draws ; 
For gold the hireling judge distorts the laws ; 
Wealth heap'd on wealth, nor truth nor safety buys ; 
The dangers gather as the treasures rise. 

Dr. Johnson 
Can gold calm passion, or make reason shine ? 
Can we dig peace or wisdom from the mine ? 
Wisdom to gold prefer ; for 't is much less 
To make our fortune, than our happiness. 



Young 



Because its blessings are abus'd, 
Must gold be censur'd, curs'd, accus'd ? 
Even virtue's self by knaves is made 
A cloak to carry on the trade. 



jay's Faoiet, 



GOLD - WEALTH, &c. 



303 



Oh, bane of man ! seducing cheat ! 
Can man, weak man, thy power defeat ? 
Gold banish' d honour from the mind, 
And only left the name behind ; 
Gold sow'd the world with ev'ry ill, 
Gold taught the murderer's sword to kill ; 
'T was gold instructed coward hearts 
In treachery's more pernicious arts. 

Thus, when the villain crams his chest, 
Gold is the canker of the breast ; 
,r r is avarice, insolence, and pride 
And ever)^ shocking vice beside : — 
But when to virtuous hands 't is given 
It blesses, like the dews of heaven : 
Like heaven, it hears the orphans' cries, 
And wipes the tears from widows' eyes. 

[f happiness on wealth were built, 
Rich rogues might comfort find in guilt. 
As grows the miser's hoarded store, 
His fears, his w,ants, increase the more. 

Why lose we life in anxious cares, 
To lay in hoards for future years ? 
Can these, when tortur'd by disease, 
Cheer our sick hearts, or purchase ease ? 
Can these prolong one gasp of breath, 
Or calm the troubled hour of death ? 



Gait's Fable* 



Gay's Fables. 



Gay's Fables. 



Gay's Fables. 



Abundance is a blessing to the wise ; 

The use of riches in discretion lies : 

Learn this, ye men of wealth — a neavy purse 

In a fool's pocket is a heavy curse. 

Cumberland's Menander 



304 GOLD -WEALTH &c. 

Still to be rich is stiL to be unhappy ; 

Still to be envied, hated, and abus'd ; 

Still to collect new lawsuits, new vexations, 

And hoard up riches for a thriftless heir. 

Let me be light in purse, and light in heart ; 

Give me small means, but give content withal ; 

And I '11 be thankful for my poverty. 

Cumberland's Philemon 
Thou more than stone of the philosopher ! 
Thou touchstone of philosophy herself ! 
Thou bright eye of the mine ! Thou load-star of 
The soul ! Thou true magnetic pole, to which 
All hearts point duly north, like trembling needles ! 

Byron 
Had I but pearls of price — did golden pills 

Of hoarded wealth swell in my treasury, 
Easy I 'd win the fawning flatterer's smiles, 

And bend the sturdiest stoic's iron knee. 

A. A. Locke 

Think'st thou the man, whose mansions hold 
The worldling's pride, the miser's gold, 

Obtains a richer prize 
Than he, who in his cot at rest 
Finds heavenly peace a willing guest, 
And bean- the earnest in his breast 

Of treasures in the skies? 

Mrs. L. H. Sigourney 

Much wealth brings want, that hunger of the heart, 
Which comes when nature man deserts for art. 

The New Timon 

I would never kneel at a gilded shrine, 

To worship the idol Gold ; 
I would never fetter this heag; of mine, 

As a thing for fortune sold. 

Mrs. L. P. Smith 



GOSSIP - SCANDAL. 305 

It tempts. him from the blandishments of home, 
Mountains to climb, s.nd frozen seas to roam. 

Sprague's Curiosity 

Gold, gold ! in all ages tne curse of mankind ! 
Thy fetters are forg'd for the soul and the mind : 
The limbs may be free as the wings of a bird, 
And the mind be the slave of a look and a word. 
To gain thee, men barter Eternity's crown, 
Yield honour, affection, and lasting renown. 

Park Benjamin 



GOSSIP — SCANDAL. 

There is a lust in man no charm can tame, 
Of loudly publishing his neighbour's shame ; — 
On eagles' wings immortal scandals fly, 
While virtuous actions are but born and die. 



Harvev 



Skill'd by a touch to deepen scandal's tints, 

With all the high mendacity of hints, 

While mingling truth with falsehood, sneers with smiles, 

A thread of candour with a web of wiles. 

Byron 

In fact, there 'g nothing makes me so much grieve, 

As tha* abominable tittle-tattle, 

Which is the cud eschew'd by human cattle. 

Byron's Don Juan. 

I loathe that low vice, Curiosity ; 

But if there 's any thing in which I shine, 
*Tis in arranging all my friends' affairs, 
Not having, of my own, domestic cares. 

Byron's Don Juan. 



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306 



GRACE 



GRACE. 

Grace was in her steps, heaven in her eye, 
In every gesture, dignity and love. 

Milton's Paradise LoiL 

Each look, each motion wak d a new-born grace, 
That o'er her form its transient glory cast. 



Mason 



Grace, that with tenderness and sense combin'd 

To form the harmony of soul, of face, 
Where beauty shines, the mirror of the mind 



See what a grace is seated on that brow ! 

Her grace of motion, and of look, the smooth 
And swimming majesty of step and tread, 
The symmetry of form and feature, set 
The soul afloat, even like delicious airs 
Of flute and harp 

Sweet thoughts are mirror'd in her face, 
And every motion is a grace. 

A lovelier nymph the pencil never drew, 
For the fond Graces form'd her easy mien, 
And heaven's sof. azure in her eye was seen. 

Manners all graceful, without art, 
That to each look and word impart 
A modesty and ease 



Mason, 
Shakspeare. 



Milman 



Hayle* 



Levj Frisbhe 



GR AT ITUDE - INGRATITUDE. 30? 



GRATITUDE — INGRATITUDE. 

i hate ingratitude more in a man 

Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, 

Or any taint o f vice, whose strong corruption 

Inhabits our frail blood 

Shakspeari 

The private wound is deepest. O time most curst ! 

'Mongst all foes, that a friend should be the worst ! 

Shakspeare, 

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is, 

To have a thankless child ! 

Shakspeare. 

A grateful mind 
By owing owes not, but still pays, at once 
Indebted and discharg'd. 

Milton's Paradise Lost. 

What can I pay thee for this noble usage, 

But grateful praise ? so heaven itself is paid ! 

Rowe 
To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, 
And read their history in a nation's eyes. 

Gray's Elegy. 

He that has nature in him must be grateful ; 

'T is the Creator's primary great law, 

That links the chain of beings to each other. 



To the generous mind 
The heaviest debt is that of gratitude, 
When *t is not in our power to repay it. 

If there be a crime 
Of deeper die than all the guilty train 
Of human v ces, 't is ingratitude. 



Madden 



Franklin. 



Brooke 



308 GRAVE -GREATNESS, &c. 

Ail should unite to punish the ungrateful ; 
Ingratitude is treason to mankind. 

Pride may cool what passion heated, 
Time will tame the wayward will ; 

But the heart in friendship cheated 

Throbs with woe's more maddening thrill, 



Thomson 



Byron. 



0, colder than the wind that freezes 

Founts, that but now in sunshine play'd, 
Is that congealing pang which seizes 
The trusting bosom when betray 'd. 

Moore's Lalla Rookh. 
And you, my dearest friend ! how shall I thank you ? 
What shall I do, to show my grateful heart ? 

From Sophocles. 



GRAVE. — (See Death.) 



GREATNESS — POWER. 

Let Hercules himself do what he may : 
The cat will mew, the dog will have his day. 

Shakspeare. 

What great ones do, the less will prattle of. 

Shakspeare 

Small curs are not regarded when they grin ; 
But great men tremble, when the Hon roars. 

Shakspeare 

The courtier's, scholar's, soldier's, eye, tongue, sword. 

Shakspeare 
Vain pomp and glory of the world, I hate ye ! 

Shakspeare 



GREATNESS - POWER. 309 



Authority intoxicates 
And makes mere sots of magistrates ; 
The fumes of it invade the brain, 
And make them giddy, proud, and vain ; 
By this the fool commands the wise ; 
The noble with the base complies ; 
The sot assumes the rule of wit ; 
And cowards make the brave submit. 



BUTLEK. 



This leader was of knowledge great 
Either for charge or for retreat ; 
He knew r when to fall on, pell mell, 
To fall back and retreat as well. 

Butler's Hudibras. 

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. 

Pope. 
A knight of high renown : Not Quixote bold, 
Nor Amadis of Gaul, nor Hudibras, 
Mirror of knighthood, e'er could vie with thee. 

SOMERVILE. 

As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, 
Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm ; 
Tho' round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, 
Eternal sunshine settles on its J ead. 

Goldsmith 
He left a name, at which the world grew pale, 
To point a moral or adorn a tale. 

Dr. Johnson, 
A despct, big with power obtain'd by wealth. 
And that obtain'd by rapine and by stealth. 

COWPER 

What is station high? 
*T is a proud mendicant : it beasts and begs ; 
It begs an alms of homage from the throng, 
A nd oft the throng denies its charity. 

Young's Night Thought* 



310 GREATNESS - POWER. 

Earth's highest station ends in " here he lies," 
And " dust to dust" concludes her noblest song. 

Young's Night Thought* 
O greatness ! thou art but a flattering dream, 
A watery bubble, lighter than the air. 



Power ! 't is the favourite attribute of gods, 
Who look with smiles on men who can aspire 
To copy them. 



Trac* 



Martyn 



To reign is pleasant, tho' it be in hell ; 
Better to reign in hell, than serve in heaven. 

Milton's Paradise Lost 
If parts allure thee, think how Bacon shin'd, 
The wisest, brightest, meanest of mankind ; 
Or, ravish'd with the whistling of a name, 
See Cromwell damn'd to everlasting fame. 

Pope's Essay on Man 
He, who ascends to mountain-tops, shall find 

Their loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow ; 
Fie, who surpasses or subdues mankind, 

Must look down on the hate of those below. 
Tho' far above the sun of glory glow, 

And fai beneath the earth and ocean spread, 
Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow 

Contending tempests on his naked head. 

Byron's Childe Harold, 

. — Leonidas, and Washington, 
Whose every battle-field is holy ground, 

Which breathes of nations sav'd, not worlds undone ; 
How sweetly on the ear such echoes sound ! 
While the mere victors may appal or stun 
The servile and the vain, such names will be 
A watchword, till the Future shall be free. 

Byron's Don Juan* 



GREATNESS - POWER. 3 1 1 

The greatest chief, 
That ever peopled hell with heroes slain, 
Or plung'd a province or a realm in grief. 

Byron's Don Jtccnu 

Where may the wearied eye repose. 

When gazing on the great, 
Where neither guilty glory glows, 

Nor despicable state? 
Y es — one — the first, — the last, — the best,— 
The Cincinnatus of the West, 

Whom envy dar'd not hate — 

Bequeathed the name of Washington, 

To make men blush there was but one. 

Byron. 

Whose game was empires, and whose stakes were thrones. 
Whose table, earth — whose dice were human bones. 

Byron's Age of Bronze. 
While Franklin's quiet memory climbs to heaven, 
Calming the lightning which he thence hath riven ; 
Or drawing from the no less kindled earth 
Freedom and peace to that which boasts his birth ; 
While W 7 ashmgton 's a watchword, such as ne'er 
Shall sink while there 's an echo left to air. 

Byron's Age of Bronzi 

And that odd impulse, which, in wars or creeds, 
Makes men, like cattle, follow him who leads. 

Byron's Don Juan 

For the life of a Fox, of a Chatham the death, 

What censure, what danger, what woe would I brave ! 

Their liv2s did not end when they yielded their breath, 
Their glory illumines the gloom of the grave. 

Byron. 

They speak in characters that never die, 
The human greatness of an ao-e gone by. 

W. C. Lodge 



31 2 GRIEF - TEARS - WEEPING. 

The warrior's name, 
Tho' peal'd and chim'd on all the tongues of fame, 
Sounds less harmonious to the grateful mind, 
Than his, who fashions and improves mankind. 

Barlow's Columbiad* 



GRIEF — TEARS — WEEPING. 

Some grief shows much of We, 
But much of grief shows still some want of wit 

Shakspeajie. 
Thy heart is big ! get thee apart and weep. 
Passion, I see, is catching ; for mine eyes 
Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine, 
Begin to water. 



I did not think to shed a single tear 

fn all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me, 

Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. 

I am a fool, to weep at what I 'm glad of. 



Shakspeare. 

Shakspeare. 
Shakspeare. 



Nor can the bravest mortal blame the tear 
Which glitters on the bier of fallen worth. 

Shirly 

Hide not thy tears ; weep boldly — and be proud 
To give the flowing virtue manly way : 
5 T is nature's mark to know an honest heart by. 
Shame on those breasts of stone that cannot melt 
In soft adoption of another's sorrow ! 

Aaron Hill. 
Sorrow, that streams not o'er, 
Spares but the eye, to wound the heart the more ; 
Dumb, infelt pangs, too well supply the woe 
That grief, in suffering silence, shuns to show. 

Aaron Hill. 



, GRIEF -TEARS -WEEPING. 313 

There is a kind of mournful eloquence 

In thy dumb grief, that shames all clamorous sorrow. 

Nat. Ler 
Behold the turtle who has lost her mate ; 
Awhile with drooping wings she mourns his fate ; 
But time the rueful image wears away, 
Again she 's cheer'd, again she seeks the day. 

Gay's Dione. 
No radiant pearl, which crested fortune wears, 
No gem, that twinkling hangs from beauty's ears, 
Not the bright stars, which night's blue arch adorn, 
Nor rising sun, that gilds the vernal morn — 
Shine with such lustre as the tear, that flows 
Down virtue's manly cheek, for others' woes. 

Dr. Darwin. 

The short, thick sob, loud scream, and shriller squall. 

Pope. 
In all the silent manliness of grief. 

Goldsmith's Deserted Village. 
Tears yet are ours whene'er misfortunes press, 
And, tho' our weeping fails to give redress, 
Long as their fruits the changing seasons bring, 
Those bitter drops will flow from sorrow's spring. 

R. Bland's Philemon. 
Sighs, tho' in vain, may tell the world we feel, 
And tears may soothe the wounds they cannot heal. 

R. T. Paine. 
Nor shame, nor apathy, nor pride, 
Might then forbid the briny tide ; 
Uncheck'd it trickles down the cheeks: 
'Tis the still tear that transport speaks. 

Mrs. Holford's Margaret of Anjoiu 
T i3 said at times the sullen tear would start, 
But pride congeal'd the drop within his eye. 

Byron's CI tilde Harold, 
ST 



a J 4 GRIEF - TEARS - WEEPING. \ 

Each has his pang, but feeble sufferers groan 
With brain-born dreams of evil all their own. 

Byron's Chitie Harold 
So madly shrill, so piercing wild. 

Byron's Paris ma 
Howe'er our stifled tears we banish, 
When struggling as they rise to start, 
We check those waters of the heart, 
They are not dried — those tears unshed, — 
But flow back to the fountain head, 
And, resting in their spring more pure, 
For ever in its depths endure, 
Unseen, unwept, but uncongeal'd, 
And cherish'd most when least reveal'd. 

Byron's Parisina* 
Not one sigh shall tell my story, 

Not one tear my cheek shall stain * 
Silent grief shall be my glory — 

Grief, that stoops not to complain ! 



Mka. Robinson. 



The wither'd frame, the ruin'd mind. 
The wreck by passion left behind, 
A shrive ll'd scroll, a scatter'd leaf, 
Scar'd by the autumn blast of grief. 



Byron's Giaour. 



Away ! we know that tears are vain, 

That death ne'er heeds nor hears distress ; 

Will this unteach us to complain, 

Or make one mourner weep the less ? 



BlTRTN 



Oh ! too convincing — dangerously dear, 
In woman's eye, the unanswerable tear ! 
That weapon of her weakness, which can wield 
To save — subdue — at once her spear and shield. 

Byron's Corsatr 



GRIEF - TEARS - WEEPING. t$15 

There is no darkness like the cloud of mind 
On grief's vain eye — the kindest of the blind, 
Which may hot, dare not see, but turns aside 
To blackest shade, nor will endure a guide. 

Byron's Corsair, 
Upon her face there was the tint of grief, 
The settled shadow of an inward strife, 
And an unquiet drooping of the eye, 
As if its lid were charg'd with unshed tears. 

Byron's Dream. 
For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile. 

Campbell 
The rose is fairest when 't is budding new, 

And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears : 
The flower is sweetest wash'd with morning dew, 
And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears. 

Scott's Lady of the Lake. 
The heavy sigh, 
The tear in the half-open'd eye, 
The pallid cheek and brow, confess'd 
That grief was busy in his breast. 

Scott's Rokeby* 

Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, 

And fondly broods with miser-care; 
Time but the impression deeper makes, 

As streams their channels deeper wear ! 

Burns 
He hung his head — each nobler aim, 

And hope, and feeling, which had slept 
From boyhood's hour, that instant came 

Fresh o'er him, and he wept — he wept ! 
Blest tears of soul-felt penitence ! 

In whose benign, redeeming flow 
Is felt the first, the only sense 

Of guiltless joy that guilt may know ! 

Moore's Latta Roolth 



316 GUILT -SIN -VICE, 

Tears — floods of 'ears 
Long frozen at her heart, but now like rills 
Let loose in spring-time from the snowy hills. 
And gushing warm, after a sleep of frost, 
Through valleys where their flow had long been lost. 

Moore's Lalla Bookh 

The blight of hope and happiness 

Is felt when fond ones part, 
And tne bitter tear that follows, is 

The life-blood of the heart. 

FlTZ-GREEN HALLECK 

When all that in absence we dread 

Is past, and forgotten 's our pain, 
How sweet is the tear we at such moments shed, 

When we see the sweet object again ! 

R. Willis, 



GUILT — SIN — VICE. 

Of man's first disobedience, and the fruit 
Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste 
Brought death into the world, and all our wo. 

Milton's Paradise Lost, 

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind ; 
The thief doth fear each bush an officer. 

Shakspeare. 

It is great sin to swear unto a sin, 
But greater sin to keep a sinful oath. 

Shakspejlrje. 

Guiltiness would speak, tho' tongues were out of use. 

Shaksfeare. 
Serpents, though they feed 
On sweetest flowers, yet do poisons breed, 

Shakspeare 



G [JILT - SI tf- VICE. 31? 

Our sins, like to our shadows, 
When our day 's in its glory, scarce appear ; 
Towards our evening, how great and monstrous ! 

Suckling. 
How guilt, once harbour'd in the conscious breast, 
Intimidates the brave, degrades the great ! 

Dr. Johnson 
Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, 
As, to be hated, needs but to be seen ; 
But, seen too oft, familiar to the face, 
We first endure, then pity, then embrace 

Pope's Essay on Man. 
Where, where, for shelter shall the guilty fly, 
When consternation turns the good man pale ? 

Young's Night Thoughts. 
Ah me ! from real happiness we stray, 
By vice bewilder'd ; vice, which always leads, 
However fair at first, to wilds of wo. 

Thomson's Agamemnon. 
Not all that heralds rake- from' coffin'd clay, 
Nor florid prose, nor honied words of rhyme, 
Can blazon evil deeds, or consecrate a crime. 

Byron's Ckilde Harola. 
Ah, Vice ! how soft are thy voluptuous ways ! 

While boyish blood is mantling, who can 'scape 
The fascination of thy magic gaze ? 

A cherub-hydra round us dost thou gape, 
And mould to every taste thy dear, delusive shape ! 

Byron's Ctiilde Harold. 
To what gulfs 
A single deviation from the track 
Of human duties leads ! 

Byron's Sardanapalus. 
Thou need'st not answer ; thy confession speaks, 
Already redd'ning in thy guilty cheeks. 

Byron's Co+sair. 

27* 



?18 HABIT -HAIR, &c. 



HABIT. — (See Custom' 



HAIR. — (See Eyes.) 



HAPPINESS. — (See Enjoymeht 



HATRED. — (See Enemy.) 



HEALTH. — (See Disease.) 



HEART. 



The heart is like the sky, a part of heaven, 
But changes, night and day too, like the sky : 

Now o'er it clouds and thunder must be driven, 
And darkness, and destruction, as on high ; 

But when it hath been scorch'd and piere'd and riven 
Its storms expire in water-drops ; the eye 

Pours forth, at last, the heart's blood turn'd to tears. 

Byron's Bon Juan, 

To me she gave her heart — that all 

Which tyranny cannot enthral. 

Byron's Giaour 

Worm-like 'twas trampled, adder-like aveng'd. 

Byron's Conmr* 
His heart was all on honour bent, 

He could not stoop to love ; 
No lady in the land had power 

His frozen heart to move 



HEART 319 

The flush of youth soon passes from the face, 
The spells of fancy from the mind depart ; 
The form may lose its symmetry and grace, — 
But time can claim no victory o'er the heart. 

Mrs. Dinniks 
That heart, methinks, 
Were of strange mould, which kept no cherish'd print 
Of earlier, happier times, when life was fresh, 
And love and innocence made holiday. 

HlLLHOUSE 

I am not old — tho' Time has set 

His signet on my brow, 
And some faint furrows there have met, 

Which care may deepen now : — 
For in my heart a fountain flows, 
And round it pleasant thoughts repose, 
And sympathies and feelings high 
Spring like the stars on evening sky. 

Park Benjamin. 
Honour to him, who, self-complete and brave, 
In scorn can carve his pathway to the grave, 
And, heeding nought of what men think or say, 
Make his own heart his world upon the way ! 

The New Tirnon 
Mine be the heart that can itself defend — 
Hate to the foe, devotion to the friend ! 
The fearless trust, and the relentless strife, 
Honcur unsold, and wrong aveng'd with life ! 

The New Timoru 
My heart is like the sleeping lake, 

Which takes the hue of cloud and sky, 
And only feels its surface break 

When b ; rds of passage wander by, 
Who dip their wings, and upward soar, 
And leave it quiet as before. 

N. P. Willis. 



320 



HEAVEN -HELL. 



My heart is like a lonely bird, 

That sadly sings, 
Brooding upon its nest unheard, 

With folded wings. 



Mrs, A. B. Welb¥ 



Oh ! coula we read the human heart, 
Its strange, mysterious depths explore, 

What tongue could tell, or pen impart 
The riches of its hidden lore ? 



HEAVEN --HELL. 

Shall we serve heaven 
With less respect tlnan we do minister 
To our gross selves? 

Divines and dying men may talk of hell, 
But in my heart her several torments dwell. 



Shakspeare. 



SlIAKSPEARE 



There is perpetual spring, perpetual youth ; 
No joint-benumbing cold, nor scorching heat, 
Famine nor age, have any being there. 

Massinger and Decker. 
Heaven 's the perfection of all that can 
Be said or thought, riches, delight, or harmony, 
Health, beauty ; and all these not subject to 
The waste of time, but in their height eternal. 

Shirley 
Hell, their fit habitation, fraught with fire 
Unquenchable, the house of woe and pam. 

Milton's Paradise Lost. 
Here we may reign secure ; and in my choice, 
To reign is worth ambition, though in hell; 
Better to reign in hell, than serve in heaven. 

Milton's Paradise Lost, 



HELL -HERMIT, &c. •*£! 

A blacK and hollow vault, 

Where *lay is never seen ; there shines no sun, 

But flaming horror of consuming fires; 

"A Ifghtless suJphur, chok'd vvith smoky fogs 

Of ail infected darkness. 

John Forjk 

In this place 
Dwell many thousand thousand sundry sorts 
Of never-dying deaths : there damned souls 
Roar without pity ; there are gluttons fed 
With toads and adders ; there is burning oil 
Pour'd down the drunkard's throat ; the usurer 
Is forc'd to sup whole draughts of molten gold; 
There is the murderer for ever stabb'd, 
Yet can he never die ; there lies the wanton 
On racks of burning steel, while in his soul 

He feels the torment of his raging lust. 

John Ford. 



HELL. — (See Heaven.) 



HERMIT — SOLITUDE, &c. 

The shadowy desert, unfrequented woods, 
I better brook than flourishing peopled towns : 
There can I sit alone, unseen of any, 
And to the nightingale's complaining notes 
Tune my distresses, and record my woes. 

SlIARSFEARl, 

And wisdom's self 
Oft seeks for sweet rotir'd solitude, 
Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, 
She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings. 

Milton's Cvmus. 



*22 HERMIT -SOLITUDE, &c. 

Retiring from the populous noise, I seek 
This unfrequented place to find some ease. 



MlLTOM 



Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, 
They kept the noiseless tenor of their way. 

Gray's Elegy 
How happy is the lonely vestal's lot, 
The world forgetting, by the world forgot ! 

Pope's Eloiscu 
Far in a wild, unknown to public view, 
From youth to age a reverend hermit grew ; 
The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, 
His food the fruits, his drinks the crystal well ; 
Remote from man, with God he pass'd his days, 
Prayer all his business — all his pleasure praise. 



Parneli 



O sacred solitude ! divine retreat ! 
Choice of the prudent ! envy of the great ! 
By thy pure stream, or in thy waving shade, 
We court fair Wisdom, that celestial maid. 



Young 



For solitude, however some may rave, 
Seeming a sanctuary, proves a grave — 
A sepulchre in which the living lie, 
W^here all good qualities grow sick and die. 

Cowper's Retirement 
Oh solitude ! where are the charms 

That sages have seen in thy face ? 
Better dwell in the midst of alarms, 

Than reign in this horrible place . 
I am out of humanity's reach, 

I must finish my journey alone ; 
Never hear the sweet music of speech — 

I start at the sound of my own. 

Co WPEf*. 



HERMIT -SOLITUDE, &o 32b 

Oh, for a lodge ir some vast wilderness — 

Some bound'dss contiguity of space, 

Where rumour of oppression and deceit 

Might never reach me more ! My ear is pain'd, 

My soul is sick, with every day's report 

Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd. 

COWPER. 

Unhappy he, who from the first of joys, 
Society, cut off* is lef: alone 
Amid this world of death. 

Thomson's Seasons, 
To view, alone, 
The fairest scenes of land and deep, 
With none to listen, and reply 
To thoughts with which my heart beat high, 
Were irksome ; for, whate'er my mood, 
In sooth, I love not solitude. 

Byron's Bride of Abydo* 
The lonely spider's thin gray pall 
Waves slowly, widening o'er the wall. 

Byron's Giaout 
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods ; 
There is a rapture on the lonely shore ; 
There is society where none* intrudes, 

By the deep sea, and music in its roar. 
I love not man the less, but nature more 

From these our interviews, in which I steal 
From all I may be, or have been before, 
To mingle with the universe, and feel 
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal. 

Byron's Chiltfe Harold, 
To fly from, need not be to hate, mankind. 

Byron's Childe Harold, 
In solitude 
Smal" power the nipt affections have to grow. 

Byron's Child? Harold, 



*24 HISTO RIAJST - HISTORY, 

If from society we learn to live, 

*T is solitude should teach us how to die. 

Byron's Childe Harold, 
A populous solitude of bees and birds. 

Byron's Childe Harold. 
Oh, that the desert were my dwelling-place, 

With one fair spirit for my minister, 
That I might all forget the human race, 
And, hating no one, love but only her. 

Byron's Childe Harold* 
They dwelt in calm and silent solitude, 
Where meaner spirits never dare intrude. 

Carlos Wilcox 
There have been holy men who hid themselves 
Deep in the woody wilderness, and gave 
Their lives to thought and prayer ; 
. • . . And there have been holy men, 
Who deem'd it were not well to pass life thus. 

W. C. Bryant 



HISTORIAN — HISTORY. 

T is a great fault in a chronologer 
To turn parasite ; an absolute historian 
Should be in fear of none ; neither should he 
Write any thing more than truth for friendship, 
Or else for hate. 

Lingua 
Some write a narrative of wars, and feats 
Of heroes little known, and call the rant 
An history ; describe the man of whom 
His own coevals took but little note, 
And paint his person, character, and views, 
As they had known him from his mother's womb 

Oowper s Tatk. 



HISTORY - HOME - HONESTY, &c. 325 

And Rome shall owe, 
For her memorial, to your learned pen, 
More than to all those fading monuments, 
Built with the riches of the spoiled world. 



Historians only things of weight, 
Results of persons, or affairs of state, 
Briefly, with truth and clearness should relate • 
Laconic shortness memory feeds. 



May, 



Heath, 



HISTORY. — (See Historian.) 



HOME. — (See Domestic Affairs.) 



HONESTY — HONOUR. 

There is no terror in your threats, 
For I am arm'd so strong in honesty, 
That they pass by me as the idle winds, 
Which I respect not. 

SlIAKSPEARK. 

His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles ; 
His Jove sincere, his thoughts immaculate ; 
His tears, pure messengers sent from his heart ; 
His heart as far fro n fraud as heaven from earth. 

Shaksfeabe, 
Upon his brow shame is asham'd to sit, 
For 't is a throne where honour may be crown'd, 
Sole monarch of the universal earth. 

Shakspeare. 
To be honest, as this world goes, 
Is to be one pickM out of ten thousand. 

Shakspeare. 
28 



326 HONOUR. 

Lands mortg!?g'd may return, and more esteem'd; 
But honesty, once pawn'd, is ne'er redeem'd. 

MlDDLElON 

Honour 's a sacred tie — the law of kings, 
The noble mind's distinguishing perfection 
That aids and strengthens virtue when it meets her, 
And imitates her actions where she is not. 

Addison's Catv 

Honour and shame from no condition rise , 
Act well your part, — there all the honour lies. 

Pope's Essay on Man. 

A wit 's a feather, and a chief's a rod ; 
An honest man 's the noblest work of God. 

Pope's Essay on Man* 

I 've scann'd the actions of his daily life 

With all the industrious malice of a foe ; 

And nothing meets mine eyes but deeds of honour. 

Hannah More. 

Dishonour'd ! — he dishonour'd ! 
I tell thee, Doge, 'tis Venice is dishonour'd ; 
His name shall be her foulest, worst reproach, 
For what he suffer'd, not for what he did. 

Byron's Two Foscari* 

Honour and glory were given to cherish ; 

Cherish them, then, though all else should decay; 
Landmarks be these, that are never to perish, 

Stars that will shine on the duskiest day. 

From tht German* 



HONOUR. — ( See Honesty.} 



HOPE, 38* 



HOPE. 



Yet when an equal poise of hope and fear 
Does arbitrate the event, my nature is 
That I incline to hope rather than fear. 

Milton's Comub 

What can we not endure, 
When pains are lessen'd by the hope of cure ? 

Nabb. 
Hope ! of all the ills that men endure, 
The only cheap and universal cure ! 
Thou captive's freedom, and thou sick man's health ! 
Thou lover's victory, and thou beggar's wealth ! " 

Cowley 
Hope ! fortune's cheating lottery ! 
When for one prize an hundred blanks there be ! 

Cowley 
A beam of comfort, like the moon through clouds, 

Gilds the black horror, and directs my way. 

Dryden. 

Hope is the fawning traitor of the mind, 

Which, while it cozens with a colour'd friendship, 

Robs us of our last virtue — resolution. 

Nat. Lee 
Hope, of all passions, most befriends us here : 
Joy has her tears, and transport has her death ; 
Hope, like a cordial, innocent though strong, 
Man's heart at once inspirits airvi serenes, 
N°r makes him pay his wisdom for his joys. 

Young's Night Thoughts 
O hope ! sweet flatterer ! thy delusive touch 
Sheds on afflicted minds the bairn of comfort — 
Relieves the load of poverty — sustains 
The captive, bending with the weight of bonds, — 

And smooths the pillow of disease and pain. 

Gloveb 



828 HOPE. 

Hope springs eternal in the human breast ; 
Man never is, but always to be, blest : 
The soul, uneasy, and confin'd from home, 
Rests and expatiates on a life to come 

Pope's Essay on Man. 
Hope, like the taper's gleaming light, 

Adorns the wretch's way, 
And still, as darker grows the night, 

Emits a brighter ray. 

Goldsmith. 
And as, in sparkling majesty, a star 

Gilds the bright summit of some gloomy cloud, 
Bright'ning the half- veil' d face of heaven afar, — 

So, when dark thoughts my boding spirit shroud, 
Sweet Hope ! celestial influence round me shed, 
Waving thy silver pinions o'er my head ! 

John Keats 
The evening beam, that smiles the clouds away, 
And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray. 

Byron's Bride of Jlbydos* 
Eager to hope, but not less firm to bear, 
Acquainted with all feelings save despair. 

Byron's Island. 
Eternal Hope ! When yonder spheres sublime 
Peal'd their first notes to sound the march of time, 
Thy joyous youth began, but not to fade, 
When all thy sister planets had decay'd ; — 
When wrapt in flames the clouds of ether glow, 
And heaven s last thunder shakes the world below, 
Thou, undismay'd, shalt o'er the ruins smile, 
And light thy torch at nature's funeral pile ! 

Campbell 
Hope's precious pearl in sorrow's cup 

Unmelted at the bottom lay, 
To shine again when, all drunk up, 
The bitterness should pass away. 

Moore's Loves of the Jlngel* 



HOPE. 329 

What though corroding and multiplied sorrows, 

Legion-like, darken this planet of ours ? 
Hope is a balsr jm the wounded heart borrows, 
Even when anguish hath palsied its powers. 

From the Germm* 
And should fortune prove cruel and false to the last, 
Let us look to the future, and not to the past. 

Epes Sargent. 
Bj still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; 
Behind the cloud is the sun still shining. 

H. W. Longfellow. 
Never forget our loves, but always cling 
To the fix'd hope that there will be a time 
When we can meet, unfetter'd, and be blest 
With the full happiness of certain love. 

J. G. Percival. 
O, if love and life be but a fairy illusion, 

And the cold future bright but in fancy's young eye, 
Still let me live on in the dreamy delusion, 
And, true and unchanging, hope on till I die ! 

Mrs. Osgood. 
For me — I hold no commerce with despair ! 

Dawes' Geraldine. 
Strange, how much darkness melts before a ray — 
How deep a gloom one beam of hope enlightens ! 

Dawes' Geraldine. 
Sviaet to the soul the whispering 

Of hope and promise, when 
Fancy's soft fairy voices sing — 
We part to meet again ! 



Hidden, and deep, and never dry — 

Or flowing or at rest, 
A living spring of hope doth lie 
In every human breast. 

Mrs, Wells 
28* 



*30 HORSE. 

Does hope allure ? — does pleasure smile ? 

Then tread the rosy path with trembling ; 
For pleasure beckons to beguile, 

And hope's fair promise is dissembling. 

Mrs. Holford's Margaret of injou* 
Sweet hope ! how easily thy tale 

Wins credence from the charmed ear! 
How dost thou teach thy dupes to rail, 

On thy cold rival, 'halting fear! 

Mrs. Holford's Margaret of Anjou. 
Like the gloom of night retiring, 

When in splendour beams the day, 
Hope again my heart inspiring, 

Doubt and fear shall chaae away. 



The heart bow'd down by weight of woe, 
To weakest hope will cling. 

Balfe's Bohemian Girl. 

Hope — the sweet bird ! — while that the air can fill, 
LeK earth be ice — the soul hath summer still ! 

The New Timon. 
And canst thou bid me smother 
A hope that lighted 
Long years of sorrow ? 
A hope that leaves none other, 
When it is blighted, 
To make life dear? 

Fry's Leonora 

HORSE. 

Long-hooPd, short- jointed, fetlocks shag and long, 
Broad breast, full eyes, small head and nostril wide, 

High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong, 
Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttocks, tender hid". 

Shak*pearis 



HUMILITY. 33) 

The beast was sturdy, large and tall, 
With moath of meal, and eyes of wall ' 
I should say eye — for he had but one, 
As most agree, tho' some say none, 

Butler's Hudihcte 
The courser paw'd the ground with restless feet,. 
And snorting, foam'd, and champ'd the golden bit. 

Dryden. 
Champing his foam, and bounding o'er the plain, 
Arch his high neck, and graceful spread his mane. 

Sir Richard Black!more« 
With flowing tail and flying mane, 
With nostrils never stretch' d by pain, 
Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein; 
And feet that iron never shod, 
And flanks unscar'd by spur or rod, 
A thousand horse — the wild — the free — 
Like waves that follow o'er the sea — 
Came thickly thundering on. 



The long, long tail that glorified 
That glorious donkey's hinder-side. 



Byron's Mazeppa. 
Sands. 



I strode o'er his back, and he took to his wind, 
And he pranc'd before, and he kick'd behind; 
And he gave a snort, as when mutterings roll 
Abroad from pole to answering pole. 



Sands 



He plac'd on him a Iridle and a saddle, 
Then on his back he quickly leapt astraddle. 

J. T. Watson. 



HUMILITY. 

It is the witness still of excellence, 

To put a strange face on its own perfection. 

Shakspeabe 



832 HUNGER -HUNTING, <&c 

I, your glass, 
Will modestly discover to yourself, 
That of yourself, which yet you know not 01. 

Shakspeare, 
Her voice was ever soft, . 
Gentle, and low ; an excellent thing in woman. 

Shakspeare. 

Disguis'd humility is 

Both the swift and safest way to pride. 

Sir W. Davenant. 
Be wise ; 
Soar not too high to fall, but stoop to rise, 

Massinger. 
Humility is eldest-born of virtue, 
And claims the birthright at the throne of heaven, 

Murphy. 
Humility, that low, sweet root, 
From which all heavenly virtues shoot. 

Moore's Loves of the Jlngeh* 



HUNGER. — (See Apietite.) 



HUNTING. — (See Fishing.) 



HYPOCRISY. — (See Deceit.) 



IDLENESS — INDUSTRY — PERSEVERANCE, 

The rolling wheel, that runneth often round, 
The hardest steel in course of time doth tear ; 

And drizzling drops, that often do rebound, 
The firmest flint doth in continuance wear. 

Spenser's Sonnett. 



IDLENESS - INDUSTRY, &c. 

Who *s born for sloth ? To some we find 
The ploughshare's annual toil assign'd ; 
Some at the sounding anvil glow ; 
Some the swift-sliding shuttle throw ; 
Some, studious of the wind and tide, 
From pole to pole our commerce guide ; 
While some, of genius more refin'd, 
With head and tongue assist mankind. 
In every rank, or great or small, 
'Tis industry supports us all. 

Gay's Fables, 
See the issue of your sloth : 
Of sloth comes pleasure, of pleasure comes riot, 
Of riot comes disease, of disease comes spending, 
Of spending comes want, of want comes theft, 
And of theft comes hanging. 

Chapman and Jonson. 
Like clocks, one w T heel another one must drive ; 
Affairs by diligent labour only thrive. 

Chapman. 
For Hercules himself must yield to odds ; 
And many strokes, tho' with a little axe, 
Hew down, and fell the hardest timber'd oak. 

Shakspeare. 
He whistled as he went, for want of thought. 

Dryden. 
And h^ard the everlasting yawn confess 
The .pains and penalties of idleness. 

PoPB. 

Industrious habits in each bosom reign, 
And industry begets a love of gam. 

Goldsmith's Traveller 
Attempt the end, and never stand to ..ouht ; 
Nothing 's so hard, but search will find it out. 

Herriok. 



354 IDLENESS -INDUSTRY, &c 

Perseverance is a Roman virtue, 
That wins each godlike act, and plucks success 
Even from the spear-proof crest of rugged danger. 

Hava*» 

No more the irksome restlessness of rest 
Disturb'd him like an eagle in her nest, 
Whose whetted beak, and far pervading eye, 
Darts for a victim over all the sky. 

Byron's Island 



Smart 



Go to the ant, thou sluggard, learn to live, 
And by her wary ways reform thine own. 

I would not waste my spring of youth 
In idle dalliance : I would plant rich seeds, 
To blossom in my manhood, and bear fruit 
When I am old. 

HlLLHOUSjB. 

Let us then be up and doing, 

With a heart for every fate ; 
Still achieving, still pursuing, 

Learn to labour and to wait. 

H. W. Longfellow 

The proudest motto for the young! 

Write it in lines of gold 
Upon thy heart, and in thy mind 

The stirring words enfold : 
And in misfortune's dreary hour, 

Or fortune's prosperous gale, 
'Twill have a holy, cheering power — - 

"There's no surh word as fail? 9 

Alice G. Lee 



IGNORANCE. 885 



IGNORANCE 



The truest characters of ignorance 

Are vanity and pride and arrogance, 

As blind men use to bear their noses higher 

Than those who have their eyes and sight entire. 

Butler 
As lookers-on feel most delight, 
That least perceive the juggler's sleight, 
And still the less they understand, 
The more they admire the sleight of hand. 

Butler's Hudibras, 

But 't is some justice to ascribe to chance 
The wrongs you must expect from ignorance : 
None can the moulds of their creation choose, 
We therefore should man's ignorance excuse ; 
When born too low to reach at things sublime, 
'Tis rather their misfortune tiian their crime. 

Davenant 
By ignorance is pride increas'd ; 
Those most assume who know the least: 
Their own self-balance gives them weight, 
But every other finds them light. 

Gay's Fables. 
The lamb thy riot dooms to death to-day, 
Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? 
Pleas' d to the last, he crops the flowery food, 
And licks the hand just rais'd to spill his blood. 

Pope's Essay on Man. 

Where ignorance is bliss, 'tis folly to be wise. • 

Gka.t 
With just enough of learning to misquote. 

Byron's English Bards, $r. 



83P IMAGINAT JoJN - IMMORTALITY, &c. 

They cannot read, and so don't livp in criticism ; 
Nor write, and so they don't affect the muse ; 
Were never caught in epigram or witticism ; 
Have no romances, sermons, plays, reviews. 

Byron's Bcppc 
Who laughs to scorn the wisdom of the schools, 
And thinks the first of poets first of fools. 

Sprague's Curiosity 

IMAGINATION. — (See Fancy.) 



IMMORTALITY — SOUL. 

One thinks the soul is air ; another, fire ; 

Another, blood diffus'd about the heart ; 
Another saith the elements conspire, 

And to her essence each doth give a part. 

Davies' Immortality of the Soul. 
But, as the sharpest eye discerneth nought, 

Except the sunbeam in the air do shine, 
So the best soul, with her reflecting thought, 

Sees not herself without some light divine, 

Davies' Immortality of the SouL 
Whate'er of earth is form'd, to earth returns ; 
The soul alone, that particle divine, 
Escapes the wreck of worlds, when all things fail. 

Somervile's Chase, 
The soul of man, a native of the skies, 
High-born and free, her freedom should maintain 
Unsold, unmortgag'd for earth's little bribes. 

Young's Night Thoughts* 
'Tis immortality — 'tis that alone 
Amid life's pains, abasements, emptiness, 
The soul can comfort, elevate, and fill ; 
That only, and that amply this performs. 

Young's Night Thoughts. 



IMMORTALITY - SOUL. &*7 

Let earth dissolve — yon ponderous orb descend, 
And grind us into dust — the soul is safe ! 
The man emerges — mounts above the wreck 
As towering flame from nature's funeral pyre ! 

Young's Night Thoughts 
When nature ceases, thou shalt still remain, 
Nor second chaos bound thy endless reign; 
Fate's tyrant laws thy happier lot shall brave, 
Baffle destruction, and elude the grave. 

TlCKELL. 

The soul, secure in her existence, smiles 
At the drawn dagger, and defies its point: 
The stars shall fade away, the sun himself 
Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years : 
But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, 
Unhurt amidst the war of elements, 

The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds ! 

Addison's Caio. 

It must be so : Plato, thou reasonest well : 

Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire. 

This longing after immortality ? 

Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror 

Of falling into nought ? Why shrinks the soul 

Back on itself, and startles at destruction ? 

'T is the divinity that stirs within us ; 

'T is heaven itself that points out a hereafter. 

And intimates eternity to man. 

Addison's CtUo 
The soul on earth is an immortal guest, 
Compell'd to starve at an unreal feast; 
A spark which upward tends by nature's force ; 
A stream, divided from us parent source ; 
A drop, dissever'd from the boundless sea ; 
A moment, parted from eternity ; 
A pilgrim, panting for the rest to come ; 
An exde, anxious for his native home. 

Hannah Murk. 
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338 IMMORTALITY - IMPATIENCE, &c. 

Cold in the dust this perish'd heart may lie, 
But that which warm'd it :nce shall never die. 

Campbfu. 
But I have liv'd, and have not liv'd in vain : 

My mind may lose its force, my blood its fire, 
And my frame perish even in conquering pain — 
But there is that within me which shall tire 
Torture and time, and breathe when I expire. 

Byron's Childe Harold. 
Immortality o'ersweeps 
All pains, all tears, all time, all fears — and peals 
Like the eternal thunders of the deep 
Into my ears this truth — Thou liv'st for ever ! 

Byro«. 

A voice within us speaks that startling word — 
" Man, thou shalt never die !" Celestial voices 
Hymn it into our souls ; according harps, 
By angel fingers touch'd, when the mild stars 
Of morning sang together, sound forth still 
The song of our great Immortality. 

R. H. Dana, 



, 



IMPATIENCE— PATIENCE. 



wretched soul, bruis'd with adversity, 
We bid be quiet, when we hear if cry ; 
But were we burden'd with like w T eight of pain, 
As much, or more, we should ourselves complain. 

Shakspe \re 



For there was never yet philosopher, 
That could endure the tooth-ache patiently. 

How poor are they who have not patience ! 
What wound did ever heal but by degrees? 



Shakspear* 



Shakspe ark* 



IMPRISONMENT -PRISON, &c. 339 

That which in mean men we entitle patience, 
Is pale, cold ccwardice in noble breasts. 

Shakspeare 

So tedious is this day, 
As is the night before some festival 
To an impatient child, that hath new robes, 
And may not wear them. 

Shakspeare 

Patience ! preach it to the winds ; 
To roaring seas, or raging fires ! The knaves 
That teach it, laugh at you when you believe them. 

Otway's Orphan. 
O ye cold-hearted, frozen formalists ! 
On such a theme 't is impious to be calm ; 
Passion is reason, transport, temper, here. 

Young's Night Thoughts. 
Patience and resignation are the pillars 
Of human peace on earth. 

Young's Night Thoughts. 

But patience is the virtue of an ass, 

That trots beneath his burden, and is quiet. 

Lord Lansdowne. 
Oh ! how impatience gains upon the soul, 

When the long-promis'd hour of joy draws near ! 
How slow the tardy moments seem to roll ! 
What spectres rise of inconsistent fear ! 

Mrs. Tighe's Psyche 



IMPRISONMENT — PRISON, &c. 

A prison ! heavens, — I loathe the hated name, 
Famine's metropolis — the sink of shame— 
A nauseous sepulchre, whose craving womb 
Hourly inters poor mortals in its tomb ! 

Tom Browh, 



340 IMPRISONMENT -PRISON, &c. 

A prison is in all things like a grave. 
Where we no better privileges have 
Than dead men ; nor so good. 

Bishop Kin© 
They say this is the dwelling of distress, 
The very mansion-house of misery ; — 
To me, alas ! it seems but just the same 
With that more spacious jail — the busy world. 

Belles. 
Look on him — through his dungeon-grate, 

Feebly and cold, the morning light 
Comes stealing round him, dim and late, 

As if it loath'd the sight. 
Reclining on his strawy bed, 
His hand upholds his drooping head — 
His bloodless cheek is seam'd and hard, 
Unshorn his grey, neglected beard, 
And o'er his bony fingers flow 
His long, dishevelTd locks of snow. 

J. G. Whittier, 

What has the grey-hair' d prisoner done ? 

Has murder stain'd his hands with gore? 
Not so ; his crime 's a fouler one — 

God made the old man poor! 
For this he shares a felon's cell, 
That fittest earthly type of hell ! 

J. G. Whiitiei 

High walls and huge the body may confine, 

And iron gates obstruct the prisoner's gaze, 
And massive bolts may baffle his design, 

And vigilant keepers watch his devious ways : 
Yet scorns the immortal mind this base control I 

No chains can bind it, and no cells enclose ; 
Swifter than light, it flies from pole to pole, 

Ana in a flash from earth to heaven it goes ! 



IMPUDENCE. Wl 

Conceive: a crowd of wretched men, 
Confin'd, like beasts, in such a den ! — 
Through their barr'd windows they can see 
Birds, beasts, and men, all blithe and free : 
They view the azure sky serene, 
They gaze on the surrounding scene, 
And hope — but hope too late, alas ! — 
That they from "durance vile" may pass, 
To the free atmosphere of life, 
Its cares and struggles, toil and strife. 

J. T. Watson 
Yet prisons — though it is too true 
They're evils — still are blessings too; 
For, without them, this world would be 
One scene of crime and anarchy. 

J. T. Watson. 



IMPUDENCE. 

He that has but impudence, 
To all things has a fair pretence ; 
And, put among his wants but shame, 
To al! the world may lay his claim. 

Butler's Hudibras. 
Immodest words admit of no defence, 
For want of decency is want of sense. 

Roscommon. 
To glory some advance a lying claim, 
Thieves of renown, and pilferers of fame ; 
Their front supplies what their ambition lacks : 
They know a thousand lords, behind their backs. 

Young 
With that dull, rooted, callous impudence, 
Which, dead to shame, and every nicer sense, 
Ne'er blush'd ; unless, in spreading vic< 's snares, 
He blunder'd on some virtue unawares. 

Churchill. 
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342 INCREDULITY - INDIAN, <fec. 



INCREDULITY— (See Credulity.) 



INDIAN — SAVAGE. 

Lo ! the poor Indian — whose untutor'd mind 
Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind ; 
His soul proud science never taught to stray 
Far as the solar walk or milky way ; 
Yet simple nature to his hope has given, 
Behind the cloud-topp'd hills, an humbler heaven. 

Pope's Essay on Man. 
Where beasts with man divided empire claim. 

Goldsmith. 
Is not the red man's wigwam home 
As dear to him as costly dome ? 
Is not his lov'd one's smile as bright 
As the proud white man's worshipp'd light ? 

Mrs. M. St. Leon Loud. 
True, they have vices — such are nature's growth, 
But only the barbarian's — we have both. 

Byron's Island. 
Shall not one line lament the lion race, 
For us struck out from sweet creation's face ? 
Freedom — the self-same freedom we adore, 
Bade them defend their violated shore. 

Charles Sprague 
He saw — and, maddening at the sight. 
Gave his bold bosom to the fight; 
To tiger rage his soul was driven ; 
Mercy was neither sought nor given ; — 
The pale man from his land must fly; 
He would be free — or he would die. 

Charles Sfiuqu*. 



INDIFFERENCE. 343 

But the doom'd Indian leaves behind no trace 
To save his own, or serve another's race ; 
With his frail breath his power has pass'd away, 
His deeds, his thoughts, are buried with his clay. 

Charles Sprageb 
Alas, for them ! their day is o'er, 
Their fires are out from shore to shore ; 
No more for them the wild deer bounds — 
The plough is on. their hunting grounds. 
The pale man's axe rings thro' their woods, 
The pale man's sail skims o'er their floods ; 

Their pleasant springs are dry; 
Their children — look, by power oppress'd, 
Beyond the mountains of the West — 

Their children go — to die! 

Charles Spragu* 



INDIFFERENCE, 

I have not from your eyes that gentleness 
And show of love, as I was wont to have. 

Not the basilisk 
More deadly to the sight than is to me 
The cool ingenious eye of frozen kindness. 



Shakspeare 



Gay 



Let me this fondness from my bosom tear ; 
Let me forget that e'er I thought her fair : 
Come, cool Indifference, and heal my breast ; 
Wearied, at length, I <*eek thy downy rest . . . 
Not ah h>r arts my steady soul shall move, 
And, she shall find, indifference conquers love. 

Lord Lyttleton 
The one deep cloud, that darkens every sky, 
Is chang'd affection's cold, averted eye. 



344 



INDIGENCE - FOVERTY. 



I once was quick of feeling — that is o'er. 

I tiust the frown thy features wear 
Ere long into a smile will turn ; 

1 would not, that a face so fair 

As thine, belov'd, should look so stern. 



Byron 



W. Leggett. 



four coldness I heed not, your frown I defy ; 
Your affection I need not — the time has gone by, 
When a blush or a smile on that cheek could beguile 
My soul from its safety, with witchery's smile. 

Mrs. Osgood 



INDIGENCE — POVERTY. 

Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, 
That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm ! 
How shall your houseless heads, and unfed sides, 
Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you 
From seasons such as these ? 

Shakspearf. 
Famine is in thy cheeks; 
Need and oppression stareth in thine eyes ; 
Upon thy back hangs ragged misery ; — 
The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law. 

Sharspeare. 
A begging prince what beggar pities not t 



Sharspeare 



Think, too, in what a woful plight 
The wretch must be, whose pocket's light; 
Are not his hours by want deprest? 
Penurious cares corrode his breast ; 
Without respect, or love, or friends, 
His solitary day descends 



Gay's FabU$ 



INDIGENCE - POVERTY. 345 

O grant me, Heaven ! a middle state, 
Neither too humble, nor too great ; 
More than enough for nature's ends, 
With something left to treat my friends. 

Mai let 
Be honest pcverty thy boasted wealth 
So shall thy friendships be sincere tho' few , 
So shall thy sleep be sound, thy waking cheerful. 

LIavarb 
Want is a bitter and a hateful good, 
Because its virtues are not understood ; 
Yet many things, impossible to thought, 
Have been by need to full perfection brought. 
The daring of the soul proceeds from thence, 
Sharpness of wit, and active diligence ; 
Prudence at once, and fortitude it gives, 
And, if in patience taken, mends our lives, 

Dryden 
But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page, 

Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unfold ; 
Chill penury repress'd their noble rage, 

And froze the genial current of the soul. 

Gray's Elegy 
What numbers, once in fortune's lap high-fed, 
Solicit the cold hand of charity ! 
To shock us more, solicit it in vain ! 

Young's Night Thoughts 
Aye ! idleness ! — the rich folks never fail 
To find some reason why the poor deserve 
Their miseries. 

SoCTHEf 

But poverty, with most who whimper forth 
Their long complaints, is self-inflicted woe, 
Th effect of lazmess, or sottish waste. 

Cowper's Tosk 



34* INDUSTRY -INGENUOUSNESS, &,c. 

O, blissful poverty ! 
Nature, too partial to thy lot, assigns 
Health, freedom, innocence, and downy peace— 
Her real goods ; and only mocks the great 
With empty pageantries. 



Fenton 



GrOLBSMITH 



He views, with keen desire. 
The rusty grate, unconscious of a fire. 

But for pride, 
We had not felt our poverty, but as 
Millions of myriads feel it, cheerfully. 

Byron's Werner, 

Behold yon grey-hair'd prisoner, who reclines, 

Silent and sad, upon his bed of straw : — 

Look on his venerable form ; behold 

The snow-white beard that hangs adown his breast. 

*Tis Winter — cold and dreary Winter — and 

The storm-king rages fearfully without ; 

Yet no bright blaze adds comfort to his hearth ; 

No (heering friends sit smiling at his side ; 

But \ cold, biting freezing numbs his limbs, 

And he is lone and comfortless indeed. 

J. T. W T ATSOIf 



INDUSTRY. — (See Idleness.) 



INGENUOUSNESS —(See Franknes* 



INGRATITUDE. — (See Gratitude,) 



INJURY -WRONG. 34? 



INJURY — WRONG. 

It often falls, in course of common life, 

That Right longtime is overborne of Wrong 

.Through avarice, or power, or guile, or strife, 

Which weakens that, and makes this power strong. 

Spenser's Fairy Queen* 

Things ill begun strengthen themselves in ill. 

Shakspeare, 

Mar not the things that cannot be amended. 

Shakspeare 
The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on, 
And doves will fight in safeguard of their brood. 

Shakspeare 
I see the right, and I approve it too, 
Condemn the wrong, but yet the wrong pursue. 



Then furl your banners — better far 
The sun ne'er shone on " Stripe and Star," 
Than it should ever cheer the sight, 
Or lead the van to unjust fight. 

Mrs. M. St. Leon Lottd. 

'T is wrong to sleep in church — 't is wrong to borrow 
What you can never pay — 't is wrong to touch 

With unkind words the heart that pines in sorrow — 
'T is wrong to scold too loud — to eat too much ; — 

'Tis wrong to put off acting till to-morrow — 
To tell a secret, or get drunk. But such 

Are nought to this of your invention ; it 

Can scarce be borne — but I '11 not mention it. 

J. T. Watson 



W8 INJUSTICE - JUSTICE - RIGHT. 



INJUSTICE — JUSTICE — RIGHT. 

Nought is on earth more sacred or divine, 

That gods and men do equally adore, 
Than this same virtue, that doth right define ; 

For th' heavens themselves, whence mortal men .mplore 
Right in their wrongs, are rul'd by righteous lor:;. 

Spenser's Fairy Queen, 
This, above all, to thine own self be true, 
And it will follow, as the night the day, 
Thou canst not then be false to any man. 

Shakspeare. 
Plate sins in gold, 
And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks ; 
Arm it in rags — a pigmy's straw doth pierce it. 

Shakspeare. 
Yes, let the traitor die, 
For sparing justice feeds iniquit}^. 

Shakspeare. 
Justice, when equal scales she holds, is blind ; 
Nor cruelty nor mercy change her mind : 
When some escape for that which others die, 
Mercy to those, to these is cruelty. 



Just men are only free, the rest are slaves. 



Denham, 
Chapman. 



And Justice, while she winks at crimes, 
Stumbles on innocence sometimes. 

Butler's Hudibras 
O ! how 'glorious 't is 
To right th' oppress'd, and bring the felon vile 
To just disgrace ! 

Somervile's Ch/tst. 



INNOCENCE - PURIT1 349 

A.v*„ *y:\* of pride, in erring reason's spite, 
Or»e vtiing ts clear — whatever is, is right 

Pope's Essay on Man. 
For forms rf government let fools contest : 
Whatever 's beci administer'd is best ; 
For modes of fcuh Set graceless zealots fight, 
He can't be wrong, whose life is in the right. 

Pope's Essay on Man, 
He 's poor, and that '? suspicious — he 's unknown, 
And that 's defenceless ? true, we have no proof 
Of guilt — but what hath he of innocence ? 

Byron's Werner. 
He who is only just, is cruel • who 
Upon the earth would live, were all judg'd justly? 

Bvhon's Marino Faliero* 
All are not just because they do no wrong ; 
But he, who will not wrong me when he may, 
He is the truly just. I praise not those 
Who in their petty dealings pilfer not, 
But him, whose conscience spurns at secret fraud. 
When he might plunder and cjefy surprise. 
His be the praise, who, looking down with scorn 
On the false judgment of the partial herd, 
Consults his own clear heart, and boldly dares 
To be, not to be thought, an honest man. 

Cumberland's Philemon 



INNOCENCE — PURITY. 
For unstain'd thoughts do seldom dream on evil. 

SlIAKSPEAEJI, 

Innocence unmov'd 
At a false accusation doth the more 
Confirm itself; and guilt is best discover'd 
By its own fears. 

Nabb 
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£50 INSECT. 

Against the head which innocence secures, 

Insidious malice aims her darts in vain, 

Turn'd backward by the powerful breath of heaven. 

Dr. Johnson 
There is no courage but in innocence ; 
No constancy, but in an honest cause. 

Southern 
And with her graceful wit there was inwrought 
A mildly-sweet unw T orldliness of thought. 



Campbell 



A spirit pure as hers 
Is always pure, even while il errs, — 
As sunshine broken in the rill, 
Though turn'd aside, is sunshine still. 



Moore. 



As the stain'd web, that whitens in the sun. 
Grows pure by being purely shone upon. 

Moore's Lalla Rookh* 
Hope may sustain, and innocence impart 
Her sweet specific to the fearless heart. 

Charles Sprague 

INSECT. 

The careful bee amidst his work I view 
Now from the flowers exhaust the fragrant dew; 
With golden treasures load his little thighs, 
And steer his distant journey thro' the skies ; — 
Some against hostile drones the hive defend, 
Others with sweets the waxen cells distend ; 
Each in the toil his destin'd office bears, 
And in the little bulk a mighty soul appears. 

Gay's Rural Sports 
The spider, of mechanic kind, 
Aspir'd to science more refln'd. 

Gay's Fables, 



INSECT. 351 

1 \i be a butterfly born in a bower , 

"Where roses, and lilies, and violets meet, 
Roving for ever from flower to flower, 

And kissing all buds thai are pretty and sweet. 

T. H. Bayly. 

The harmless locust of the western clime, 
At intervals, amid the leaves unseen, 
Is heard to sing with one unbroken sound, 
As witn a long-drawn breath, beginning low, 
And rising to the midst with shriller swell, 
Then in low cadence dying all away. 

Carlos Wilcox, 

The russet grasshopper at times is heard, 
Snapping his many wings, as half he flies, 
Half hovers in the air. 

Carlos Wilcox. 

Beside the stream, collected in a flock, 
The noiseless butterflies, tho' on the ground, 
Continue still to wave their open wings, 
Powder'd with gold. 

Carlos Wilcox. 

The butterfly, 
That seem'd a living blossom of the air. 

Carlos Wilcox. 

The dandy of the summer flowers and woods. 

SIMMS. 

Thou sweet musician, that around my bed 

Dost nightly come, and wind thy little horn, 
By what unseen and secret influence led, 

Feed'st thou my ear with music till the mom ? 

Edward Sanforb. 
Our veins' pure juices were not made for thee, 
Thou living, singing, stnging atomy. 

Edward S an ford 



352 INSTINCT - SENSES. 

INSTINCT — SENSES. 

The power is Sense, which from abroad doth bring 
The cole ur, taste, and touch, and scent, and sound, 

The quantity and shape of everything, 

Within earth's centre or earth's circle found. 

Davies' Immortality of the Soul 

And though things sensible be numberless, 

But only five the Senses' organs i)e, 
And in these five all things their forms express 
Which we can touch, taste, smell, or hear, or see, 

Davies' Immortality of the Soul. 
If we had nought but sense, each living wight, 

Which we call brute, would be more sharp than we. 
As having sense's apprehensive might 
In a more clear and excellent degree. 

Davies' Immortality of the Soul 
Lastly, nine things to sight requir'd are ; 

The power to see, the light, the visible thing, 
Being not too small, too thin, too nigh, too far, 
Clear space, and time, the form distinct to bring. 

Davies' Immortality of the SouL 
These wickets of the soul are plac'd on high, 
Because all sounds do lightly mount aloft ; 
And that they may not pierce too violently, 

They are delay'd with turns and windings oft. 
For, should the voice directly strike the brain, 

It would astonish and confuse it much ; 
Therefore these plaits and folds the sound restrain, 
That it the organ may more gently touch. 

Davies' Immortality of the Said, 
And yet good sense doth purify the brain 
Awake the fancy, and the wits refine ; 
Hence old devotion incense did ordain, 

To make men's spirits apt for thoughts divine. 

Davies' Immortality of the Soul. 



INSTINCT - SENSES. 353 

By touch the first pure qualities we learn, 

Which quicken all things — hot, cold, moist and dry ; 

By touch, hard, soft, rough, smooth, we do discern ; 
By touch, sweet pleasure and sharp pain we try. 

Davies' Immortality of the SouL 

Here streams ascend, 
That in mix'd fumes the wrinkled nose offend. 

Gay's Trivia* 

In the nice bee what sense, so subtly true, 
From poisonous herbs extracts the healing dew ? 

Pope's Essay on Man. 

Learn from tne birds what food the thickets yield ; 
Learn from the beasts the physic of the field ; 
The art of building from the bee receive ; 
Learn of the mole to plough, the worm to weave. 

Pope's Essay on Man, 

Reason raise o'er instinct as you can, 
In this 't is God directs, in that 't is man. 

POPK, 

Tell me why the ant 
Mid summer's plenty, thinks of winter's want ? 
By constant journeys careful to prepare 
Her full stores, and bring home the corny ear { 
By what instruction does she bite the grain, 
Lest, hid in earth, and taking root again, 
It might eluda the foresight of her care ? 
Distinct in either insect's deeds appeal 
The marks of thought, contrivance, hope, and fear, 

Prioi 

Evil like us they shun, and covet good ; 
Abhor the poison, and receive the food ; — 
Like us they love or hate ; like us they kr.ow 
To joy the friend, or grapple with the foe. 



Pricml 



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854 INTELLECT - INTENTION, &c. 

Reason's progressive, Instinct is complete ; 
Swift Instinct leaps ; slow Reason feebly climbs. 
Brutes soon their zenith reach. In ages they 
No more could know, do, covet, or enjoy. 
Were man to live coeval with the sun, 
The patriarch pupil would be learning still. 

Young's Night Thought* 

The meaner tribe the coming storm foresees ; 

In the still calm the bird divines the breeze ; 

The ox, that grazes, shuns the poison-weed ; 

The unseen tiger frights afar the steed ; 

To man alone no kind foreboding shows 

The latent horror or the ambush'd foes ; 

O'er each blind moment hangs the funeral pall — 

Heaven shines, earth smiles, and night descends on all ! 

The New Timon 



INTELLECT. — (See Genius) 



INTENTION. (See Design.) 



JAIL. — (See Imprisonment.) 



JEALOUSY —SUSPICION. 

Foul jealousy ! thou turn est love divine 

To joyless dread, and mak'st the loving heart 

With hateful thoughts to languish and to pine, 
And feed itself with self-consuming smart : 
Of all the passions of the mind, thou vilest art 

Spenser's Fairy Queen 



JEALOUSY - SUSPICION. '355 

Beware of jealousy ; 
It is the green-eyed monster which doth make 
The meat it feeds on, 

Shakspeare 

The veiiom clamours of a jealous woman 
Poison more deadly than a mad-dog's tooth. 

SlIAKSPEARE 

Think'st thou I 'd make a life of jealousy, 

To follow all the changes of the moo$ 

With fresh suspicions ? No . to be once in doubt 

Is — once to be resolv'd. 

Shakspeare 

I '11 see, before I doubt ; when I doubt, prove : 
And, on the proof, there is no more but this — 
Away, at once, with love and jealousy. 



Trifles, light as air, 
Are to the jealous confirmations strong 
As proofs of holy w T rit. 



Shakspeare. 



Shakspeare. 



Pale hag, infernal fury, pleasure's smart ! — 
Envious observer, prying in every part — 
Suspicious, fearful, gazing still about thee — 
O, would to God that love could be without thee ! 

Daniel's Rosamond. 
Oh ! the pain of pains, 
Is when the fair one, whom our soul is fond of, 
Gives transport, and receives it from another. 

Young 
With groundless fear he thus his soul deceives, 
What phrenzy dictates, je^ousy believes. 

Gay's Diont 
Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it : 
For jealousy dislikes the world to know it. 

Byron's Don Juan. 



&?6 JOY - JUSTICE - KINDNESS, 

For jealousy is but a kind 

Of clap and gimcam of the mind, 

The natural effect of love, 

As other flames and achings prove. 

Butler's Hudibrai 

But there are storms, whose lightnings never glare — 

Tempests, whose thunders never cease to roll ; 
The storms of Love when madden'd to despair — 
The furious tempests of the jealous soul. 

Isaac Clason, 
And jealousy, that doats and dooms* 
And murders, yet adores ! 

Charles Sprague. 

And shall we all condemn, and all distrust, 
Because some men are false, and some unjust ? 
Forbid it, Heaven ! for better 't were to be 
Dup'd of the fond impossibility 
Of light and radiance, which sleep's visions gave, 
Than thus to live, Suspicion's bitter slave. 

Mrs. Norton's Dream. 



JOY. — (See Enjoyment.) 



JUSTICE. — (See Injustice.) 



KINDNESS — PHILANTHROPY. 

He hath a tear for pity, and a hand 
Open as day for melting charity. 

Shakspearr 
A smile recures the wounding of a frown. 

Shakspears 



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KINDNESS - PHILANTHROPY. 33* 

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, 
Shall win my love. 

Shakspeare, 
Sweet as refreshing dews, or summer showers, 
To the long-parching thirst of drooping flowers ; 
Grateful as fanning gales to fainting swains ; 
And soft as trickling balm to bleeding pains, 
Are thy kind words. 

Gay's Diane. 
Assail'd by scandal and the tongue of strife, 
His only answer was a blameless life ; 
And he that forg'd, and he that threw the dart, 
Had each a brother's interest in his heart. 

CoWPER. 

Laugh at their jests and pranks that never fail, 
Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale. 

Goldsmith's Traveller. 
And he returns a friend who came a foe. 

Pope. 
Who will not give 
Some portion of his ea'se, his blood, his wealth, 
For others' good, is a poor, frozen churl. 

Joanna Baillie. 
It is in vain that we would coldly gaze 
On such as smile onus;, the heart must 
Leap kindly back to kindness, though disgust 
H9th wean'd it from all worldlings. 

Byron's Childe Harold. 
The drying up a single tear has more 
Of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore. 

Byron's Don Juan* 
Which seeks again those chords to bind • 

Which human woe hath rent apart; 
To heal again the wounded mind, 
And bind again the broken heart. 

J. G. W hither. 



^58 KINGS -ROYALTY. 

A little word in kindness spoken, 

A motion, or a tear, 
Has often heal'd the heart that's broken, 

And made a friend sincere. 



KINGS — ROYALTY. 

O majesty! 
"When thou dost pinch thy bearer, thou dost sit 
Like a rich armour worn m heat of day, 
That scalds with safety. 



Shakspeare. 



Shakspeare, 



What have kings 
That privates have not too, save ceremony ? 

Princes have but their titles for their glories, 
An outward honour for an inward toil ; 
And for unfelt imaginations, 
They often feel a world of restless cares. 

Shakspeare. 

The king-becoming graces 
Are justice, verity, temperance, stableness, 
Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness, 
Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude. 

Shakspeare 

Princes, that would their people should do well, 
Must at themselves begin, as at the head ; 
For men, by their example, pattern out 
Their imitations and regard of laws : 
A virtuous court a world to virtue draws. 

Ben Jonson. 

O wretched state of kings ! that standing high, 
Their faults are marks shot at by every eye. 

Decker 



KINGS - ROYALTY. 35U 

And while they live, we see their glorious actions 
Oft wrested to the worst ; and all their life 
Is but a stage of endless toil and strife, 
Of torments, uproars, mutinies, and factions. 
They rise with fear, and lie with danger down ; 
Huge are the cares that wait upon a crown. 

Lord Sterilise 
He 's a king, 
A true, right king, that dares do aught, save wrong ; 
Fears nothing mortal, but to be unjust ; 
Who is not blown up with the flattering puffs 
Of spongy sycophants ; w r ho stands unmov'd, 
Despite the jostling of opinion. 

Marston 

Kings do often grant 
That happiness to others, which themselves do want. 

Daubornk 
What is a king? — A man condemn'd to bear 
The public burthen of the nation's care ; 
Now crown' d some angry faction to appease ; 
Now falls a victim to the people's ease ; 
From the first blooming of his ill-taught youth, 
Nourish'd in flattery, and estrang'd from truth ; 
At home, surrounded by a servile crowd, 
Prompt to abuse, and in detraction Joud ; 
Abroad, begirt with men, and swords, and spears, 
His very state acknowledging his fears ; 
Marching amidst a thousand guards, he shows 
His secret terror of a thousand foes. 



No law betwixt tw r o sov'reigns can decide, 
But that of arms — where fortune is the judge, 
Soldiers the lawyers, and the bar the field. 

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. 



Prior 

Dryden 
Pope. 



36C KISS -LAUGHTER. 

The man, whom heaven appoints 
To govern others, should himself first learn 
To bend his passions to the sway of reason. 

Thomson 

Let him maintain his power, but not increase it ; 
The string, prerogative, when strain'd too high, 
Cracks, like the tortur'd chord of harmony, 
And spoils the concert between king and subject. 

Havard 
He is ours, 
T' administer, to guard, t' adorn the state, 
But not to warp, or change it ; we are his, 
To serve him nobly in the common cause, 
True to the death — but not to be his slaves. 

Cowper's Task 

At princes let but satire lift his gun, 

The more their feathers fly, the more the fun ! 

E'en the whole world, blockheads and men of letters, 

Enjoy a cannonade upon their betters. 

Dr. Wolcot's Peter Pindar. 

A crown ! what is it ? 
It is to bear the miseries of a people ; 
To hear their murmurs, feel their discontents, 
And sink beneath a load of splendid care ! 

Hannah More 
111 do you know the spectral forms that wait 
Upon a king : care with his furrow'd brow, 
Unsleeping watchfulness, lone secresy, 
Attend his throne by day, his couch by night. 

Lord John Russell 



KISS. — (See Embrace.) 



LAUGHTER. — (See Cheerfulness.) 



LAW -LAWYERS. 



361 



LAW — LAWYERS. 

It often faLs, in course of common life, 

That right long time is overborne of wrong, 

Through avarice, or power, or guile, or strife, 
That weakens her, and makes her party strong : 
But justice, tho' her doom she do prolong, 
Yet at the last she will her own cause right. 

Spenser's Fairy Queen 

The jury, passing on the prisoner's life, 

May, in the sworn twelve, have a thief or two 

Guiltier than him they try. 



Our decrees. 
Dead to infliction, to themselves are dead ; 
And liberty plucks justice by the nose. 

Multitudes of laws are signs either of 
Much tyranny in the prince, or much 
Rebellious disobedience in the subject. 



I oft have heard him say how he admir'd 
Men of your large profession, that could speak 
To every cause, and things mere contraries 
Till they were hoarse again, yet all be law. 



Shakspeari 



Shakspeare 



Marston. 



The good need fear no law; 
It Is his safety, and the bad man's awe. 



Ben Jonson 



Massinger 



Laws do not put the least restraint 

Upon our freedom, but maintain 't; 

Or if it does, 't is for our good. 

To give us freer latitude; 

For wholesome laws preserve us free, 

By stinting of our liberty. 

Butler's Hudibras* 
31 



362 L AW Y ERS - LE ARTS TNG. 

There was on both sides much to say : 
He 'd hear the cause another day ; — 
And so he did — and then a third 
He heard it — then, he kept his word, 
But with rejoinders or replies, 
Long bills, and answers stuff'd with lies, 
For sixteen years the cause was spun, 
And then stood where it first begun. 

For forms of government let fools contest ; 
Whatever's best administer' d is best. 



Dean Swift. 



Pope. 



Each state must have its policies : 
Kingdoms have edicts, cities have their charters; 
Even the wild outlaw in his forest walk, 
Keeps yet some touch of civil discipline. 

No thief e'er felt the halter draw, 
With good opinion of the law, 

Trumbull's McFingaL 

Are not our laws alike for high and low? 
Or shall we bind the poor man in his fetters, 
And let the rich go revel in his crimes ? 

Charles West Thomson. 

Unjust decrees they make, and call them just, 
And we submit to them — becau^ we must. 

J. T. Watson. 



LAWYERS. — (See Law.) 



LEARNING. — (See Education.) 



LETTERS. 3(j& 



LETTERS. 



Here are a few of the unpleasant'st words 

That ever blotted paper 

Shakspeare. 
- Full off, have letters caus'd the writers 
To curse the day they were inditers. 

Butler's Hudibras 

Heaven first taught letters for some wretch's aid, 

Some banish' d lover, or some captive maid ; 

They live, they speak, they breathe what love inspires, 

Warm from the soul, and faithful to its fires ; 

The virgin's wish without her fears impart, 

Excuse the blush, and pour out all the heart — 

Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, 

And waft a sigh from Indus to the pole. 

Pope's EIoiscl 

The eartn has nothing like a she episire, 

And hardly heaven — because it never ends. 
I love the mystery of a female missal, 

Which, like a creed, ne'er says all it intends. 
. You had better 
Take care what you reply to such a letter. 

Byron's Don Juaru 
Do you like letter-reading ? If you do, 

I have some twenty dozen very pretty ones : 
Gay, sober, solemn, rapturous, very true, 

And very lying — stupid ones and witty ones — 
On gilt-edg'd paper, blue perhaps, or pink, 
And frequently in fancy-colour' d ink. 

Epes Sargent 

When absent far from those we love, 

Is there a charm the heart can fetter ? 
When years roll on, and still we rove, 

Is there no cure ? Oh ! yes — a letter. 



364 LIBERTY -LIFE. 

When he had 
A letter from his lady dear, he bless'd 
The paper that her hand had travell'd o'er, 
And her eyes look'd on ; and would think he saw 
Gleams of that light she lavish'd from her eyes, 
. Wandering amid the words of love there trac'd, 
Like glow-worms amid buds of flowers. 

Bailey's Festut 
Well, Mary, I 've seen your nice billet, 

It came unto me while at dinner ; 
My appetite was good — that did kill it, 
If it did not, then Satan 's no sinner ! 
I read it, perus'd it, and scann'd it — 

I ponder'd, reflected, and thought 
What could be the notion that plann'd it ? 
The conclusion arriv'd at — was nought. 

J. T. Watsok. 



L I B E R TY. — (See Freedom.) 



LIFE. 



O, why -do wretched men so much desire 
To draw their days unto the utmost date, 

And do not rather wish them soon expire, 
Knowing the misery of their estate, 
And thousand perils which them still await ? 

Spenser's Fairy Queen* 

Life's but a walking shadow ; a poor player, 
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, 
And then is heard no more ; it is a tale 
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, 
Signifying nothing 

Shakspeare. 






LIFE. 36b 



Shakspearx. 



Shakspeare. 



Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, 
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man. 

Oh, how this spring of life resembleth 

The uncertain glory of an April day, 
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, 

And, by and by, a cloud takes all away ! 

We are such stuff 
As dreams are made of, and our little life 
Is rounded with a sleep. 

Shakspeare. 
Since every man who lives is born to die, 
And none can boast sincere felicity, 
With equal mind what happens let us bear, 
Nor joy, nor grieve for things beyond our care ; 
Like pilgrims, to th' appointed place we tend, 
The world 's an inn, and death the journey's end. 

Dryden. 
Who breathes, must suffer ; and who thinks, must mourn ; 
And he alone is blest, who ne'er was born. 

Prior. 
There 's not a day, but, to the man of thought, 
Betrays some secret, that throws new reproach 
On life, and makes him sick of seeing more. 

Young's Night Thoughts. 
Oh, thoughtless mortals ! ever blind to fate, 
Too soon dejected, and too soon elate ! 

POPE 

Love, Hope, and Joy, fair Pleasure's smiling train, 

Hate, Fear, and Grief, the family of Pain ; 

These, mix'd with art, and to due bounds confin'd, 

Make and maintain the balance of the mind : 

The lights and shades, whose well-accorded strife 

Gives all the strength and colour of our life. 

Pope's Essay :m Man 
31 • * 



360 LIFE. 

Life can little more supply, 
Than just to look about us and to die. 

Pope's Essay on Man 
For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, 

This pleasing, anxious spirit e'er resign'd — 
Left the warm precincts of the genial day, 
Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind ? 

Gray's Elegy, 
Catch then, Oh catch the transient hour, 

Improve each moment as it flies ; 
Life 's a short summer — man a flower — 
He dies, alas ! how soon he dies ! 

Dr. Johnson. 
Our youthful summer oft we see 
Dance by on wings of game and glee, 
While the dark stprm reserves its rage, 
Against the winter of our age. 

Scott's Manrnioru 
Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 
'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge. 

Byron's Don Juan, 
Well, well — the world must turn upon its axis, 
And all mankind turn with it, heads or tails ; 
And live and die, make love and pay our taxes, 
And, as the veering wind shifts, shift our sails. 

Byron's Don Jaath 
Who with the weight of years would wish to bend . 
When youth itself survives young love and joy ? 
Alas ! when mingling souls forget to blend, 
Death has but little left him to destroy ! 

Byron's Childe Harolt 
To give birth to those 
Who can but suffer many years, and die, 
Methinks is merely propagating death 
And multiplying murder. 

Byron'* Cain 



LIFE. 3fi7 

This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas, 
The Past, the Future — two eternities. 

MoORK 

Life is a waste of wearisome hours, 

Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns, 

And the heart, that is soonest awake to the flowers, 
Is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns. 

MOORE. 

They may rail at this life — from the hour I began it, 

I 've found it a life full of kindness and bliss ; 
And, until they can show me some happier planet, 
More social and bright, I '11 content me with this. 

Moore. 
For what is life ? At best a brief delight, 
A sun, scarce bright'ning ere it sinks in night ; 
A flower, at morning fresh, at noon decay'd ; 
A still, swift river, gliding into shade. 

From the Spanish. 
And 't were as vain a thing, 
To ask of Nature one perpetual spring, 
As to evade those sad autumnal hours, 
Or deem thy path of life shall bloom, all flowers. 

Mrs. Norton's Dream, 
We live in deeds, not years — in thoughts, not breaths — 
In feelings, not m figures on a dial ; — 
We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives, 
Who thinks most — .feels the noblest — acts the best. 

Bailey's Fest'is, 
Slow pass our days in childhood — every day 
Seems like a century ; rapidly they glide 
In manhood ; and in life's decline they fly. 

W. C. Brya« J 
Fleeting as were the dreams of old, 
Remember'd like a tale that 's told, . 
We piss away. 

FT. W. Longfellow 



368 LIPS - LOQUACITY - LOVE. 

Thu** ,; fe begins — its morning hours 
Bright as the birth-day of the flowers ; 
Thus passes like the leaves away, 
As wither'd and as lost as they. 



S. G. Goodrich. 



Hope and fear, peace and strife, 
Make up the troubled web of life. 



The universal lot, 
To weep, to wander, die, and be forgot. 

Charles Sprague. 
It is not sin to wish the spirit free 

from the dull bondage of this suffering clay, 
When every joy, that charm'd it once, must be 
A hated thing from which it turns away. 

W. C. Lodge. 
For life, at best, 
Is as a passing shadow in the west, 
Which still grows long and longer till the last, 
When the sun sinks, and it from earth hath past 

T. T. Watsom. 



LIPS. — (See Eyes.) 



LOQUACITY. — (See Conversation.) 



LOVE. 

True he it said, whatever man it said, 

That love with gall and honey doth abound s 

But if the one be with the other weigh'd, 
For every drachm of honey therein found 
A pound of gall doth over it redound. 

Spenser's Fairy Queen 



LOVE. 3l# 

O, gentle Romeo, 
If Aou dost love, pronounce it faithfully ; 
Or, if thou think'st I am too quickly won, 
I '11 frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay, 
So thou wilt woo ; but, else, not for the world. 

Shakspearh 
When love begins to sicken and decay, 
Ir. useth an enforced ceremony. 

Shakspearb 

He says he loves my daughter; 
I thmk so too ; for never gaz'd the moon 
Upon the w^ter, as he '11 stand and read, 
As 't were, my daughter's eyes ; and, to be plain, 
I think there is not half a kiss to choose, 
Which loves the other best. 

Shakspearb. 

"~~I would qutstare the sternest eyes that look, 
Outbrave the heart most daring on the earth, 
Pluck the young suckling cub from the she-bear, 
Yea, mock the lion when he roars for prey, 
To win thee, lady. 

Shakspeare. 

My love doth so approve him, 
That even his stubbornness, his checks and frowns, 
Have grace and favour in them. 

Shakspeare. 

Didst thou but know the inly touch of love, 
Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow 
As seek to quench the fire of love with words. 

Shakspeare 
^ — All made of fantasy; 

All made of passion, and all made of wishes ; 
S^Al adoration, duty and observance ; 

All humbleness, all patience and impatience ; 
All purity, all trial, all 

Shakspeaub 



$VQ LOVE. 

Lovt looks not with the eye, but with the mind, 
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind. 

Shakspearb 

They do not love, that do not show their love. 

Shakspearb. 
They love the least, that let men know their love. 

Shakspeare < 

-/-Ah me ! for aught that I could ever read, 
Could ever hear by tale or history, 
The course of true love never did run smooth. 

Shakspeare. 

In love, the victors from the vanquished fly, 
They fly that wound, and they pursue that die. 

Shakspeare. 

Gluoth he, to bid me not to love 

Is to forbid my pulse to move, 

My beard to grow, my ears to stick up, 

Or, when I'm in a fit, to hiccup ! 

Butler' *■ Hudibras. 

Almighty pain to love it is, 
And 't is a pain that pain to miss ; 
But, of all pains, the greatest pain 
It is, to love, an_i iove in vain. 

Cowley's Jlnacrton. 

What is love ? — An odd compound of simples most sweet, ' 
CulPd in life's spring by Fancy, poor mortals to cheat ; 
A passion no eloquence yet could improve — 
So a sigh best expresses the passion of love. 

Bate Dudley, 

Mysterious Love ! uncertain treasure, 
Hast thou more of pain or pleasure ? 
Endless torments dwell about thee 
Yet who would live, and live without thee? 

Addison. 



LOVE. Wl 

Love is not to be reason'- 1 down, or lost 
In high ambition, or a thirst of greatness , 
'T is second life ; it grows into the soul, 
Warms every vein, and beats in every pulse. 

Addison's Cato, 

v\ hen love 's well-tim'd, 't is not a fault to love : 

The strong, the brave, the virtuous and the wise, 

Sink in the soft captivity together. 

Addison's Cat* 

Let us love temperately ; things violent last not ; 
And too much dotage rather argues folly 
Than true affection. 

Ma ^«J£R 

With thee conversing I forget all time ; 

All season and their change, all please alike. 

Milton's Paradut Lost 

/ 

/ I find she loves him much, because she hide? it. 
Love teaches cunning even to innocence ; 
And when he gets possession, his first work 
Is to dig deep within the heart and there 
Lie hid, and, iike a miser in the dark, 
To feast alone. / 



O love ! thou sternly dost thy power maintain, 
And wilt not bear a rival in thy reign ; 
Tyrants and thou all fellowship disdain. 



Dryden, 



pRYDEN. 



Love reigns a very tyrant in my breast, 
Attended on his throne by all his guard 
Of furious wishes, fears, and nice suspicions. 

Otway's Orphan. 

Love is, or ought to be, our greatest bliss ; 
Since every other joy, how dear soever, 
Gives; way to that, and we leavs all for love. 

Ri/WB 



X72 LOVE. 

Love is a passion by no rules confin'cL 
The great first mover of the human mind : 
Spring of our fate — it lifts the climbing vull, 
Or sinks the soften'd soul in seas of ill. 
Science, truth, virtue, sweetness, glory, grace, 
All own love's influence, and adorn his race ; 
Love, too, gives fear, despair, grief, anger, strife, 
And all th' unnumber'd woes which tempest life. 

Aaron Hiu 
Small is the soul's first wound from beauty's dart, 
And scarce th' unheeded fever warms the heart ; 
, Long we mistake it under liking's name, 
A soft indulgence, that deserves no blame. 
Excited, tho', the smother'd fire at length 
Bursts into blaze, and burns with open strength ; 
That image, which before but sooth'd the mind, 
Now lords it there, and rages unconfin'd ; 
Mixing with all our thoughts, it wastes the day, 
And when night comes, it dreams the soul away. 

Aaron Hill. 
Love why do we one passion call, 
When 'tis a compound of them all? 
Where hot and cold, where sharp and sweet, 
In all their equipages meet ; 
Where pleasures mix'd with pains appear, 
Sorrow with joy, and hope with fear. 



Dean Swift. 



Love, thou hast every bliss in store, 
'T is friendship, and 't is something more ; 
Each other every wish they give — 
Not to know love, is not to live. 



Gay's FMe$ 



I love thee, and I feel 
That in the fountain of my heart a seal 
Is set, to keep its waters pure and bright 
For thee. Shelley. 



LOVE. 373 



In vain you bid your captive live, 

While you the means of life deny ; 
Give me your smiles, your wishes give 

To him who must, without you, die 
Shut from the sun's enlivening beam, 

Bid flowers retain their scent and hue ; 
Its source dried up, bid flow the stream — 

And me exist, depriv'd of you ! 



The D adktl 



In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed, 
In war, he mounts the warrior's steed ; 
In halls, in gay attire is seen, 
In hamlets, dances on the green. 
Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, 
And man below, and saints above ; 
For love is heaven, and heaven is love ! 

Scott's Last Minstrel 

But he who stems a stream with sand, 
And fetters flame with flaxen band, 
Has yet a harder task to prove — 
By firm resolve to conquer love. 

Scott's Lady of the Lake, 

On thy fond arm with pleasing gaze I hung, 
And heard sweet music murmur o'er thy tongue; 
Hand lock'd in hand, with gentle ardour prest, 
Pour'd soft emotions through the heaving breast ; 
In magic transport heart with heart entwin'd, 
And in sweet languor lost the melting mind. 

Dr.. Dwight. 

Not vernal showers to budding flowers, 

Not Autumn to the farmer, 
So dear can be as thou to me, 

My fair, my lovely charmer! 

Bl7RKf 
32 



374 LOVE 

/Had we never x lov'd so kindly, 
Had we never lov'd so blindly, 
Never met, or never parted, 
We had ne'er been broken-hearted. 

Yes, love indeed is light from heaven, 
A spark of that immortal fire, 

With angels shar'd, by Allah given 
To lift from earth our low desire. 



Burns 



Byron's Giaour, 



He had ceas'd 
To live within himself; she was his life, 
The ocean to the river of his thoughts, 
Which terminated all : upon a tone, 
A touch of hers, his blood would ebb and flow, 
And his cheek change tempestuously. 

Byron's Dream* 

Oh, Love ! what is there in this world of ours 
Which makes it fatal to be lov'd ? Ah, why 

With cypress branches hast thou wreath'd thy bowers, 
And made thy best interpreter a sigh ? 

Byron's Don Juan. 

Love will find its way 
Thro" paths where wolves would fear to prey. 

Byron's Giaour 
^ There glides a step thro' the foliage thick, 

And her cheek grows pale — and her heart beats quick ; 
There whispers a voice thro' the rustling leaves, 
And her blush returns, and her bosom heaves. 

Byron's Parisina 
Sweet Florence ! could another ever share 

This wayward, loveless heart, it would be thine ; 
But, oheck'd by every tie, I may not dare 
To cast a worthless offering at thy shrine. 

Byron's Childe Harold 




LOVE. 375 

Had sigh'd to many, tho' he lov'd but one, 
And that lov'd one, alas ! could not be his. 

Byron's Childe Harold. 
Few — none find what they love, or could have lov'd, 

Tho' accident* blind contact, and the strong 
Necessity of loving, have remov'd 
Antipathies. 

Bvron's Childe Harold. 
But sweeter far than this, than these , than all, 

Is first and passionate love — it stands alone, 
Like Adam's recollection of his fall. 

Byron's Don Juan. 
— Alas ! the love of woman ! — it is known 
To be a lovely and a fearful thing ; 
For all of theirs upon that die is thrown, 

And, if 't is lost, life hath no more to bring 
To them, but mockeries of the past alone. 

Byron's Don Juan, 
Man's love is of man's life a thing apart — 
'T is woman's whole existence. 

Byron's Don Juan. 
For glances beget ogles, ogles sighs, 

Sighs wishes, wishes words, and words a letter : 
And then God knows what mischief may arise, 
When love links two young people in one fetter. 

Byron's Beppo 
But they were young; Oh ! what, without our youth, 

Would love be ? — what would youth be without love 
Youth ler ds it joy and sweetness, vigour, truth, 
Heart, soul, and all that seems as from above. 
But, languishing with years, it grows uncouth, 
One of those things experience don't improve. 

Byron's Beppo 
' ix= ^A 7 hy did she love him ? Curious fool, be still : — 
Is human love the growth of human will ? 

Byron's L-at$ 



376 LOVE. 

A love still all unquench'd, 
Dwelling deep in my shut and silent heart, 
As dwells the gather'd lightning in its cloud, 
Encompass'd in its dark and rolling shroud, 
Till struck — forth flies the all ethereal. dart. 

Byron's Lament of Tasso 
Yes, it was love, if thoughts of tenderness 
Tried in temptation, strongest by distress, 
Unmov'd by absence, firm in every clime, 
And yet, O ! more than all ! — untir'd by time ; 
Which nought remov'd, normenac'd to remove — 
If there be love in mortals, this was love. 

Byron's Corsair, 
There are ten thousand tones and signs, 
We hear and see, but none defines — 
Involuntary sparks of thought, 
Which strike from out the heart o'erwrought, 
And form a strange intelligence, 
Alike mysterious and intense — 
Which link the burning chain that binds, 
Without their will, young hearts and minds ; 
Conveying, as the electric wire, 
We know not how, the absorbing fire. 

Byron's Mazeppa. 
And all our dreams of better life above, 
But close in one eternal gush of love. 

Byron's Island. \ 
Oh ! what was love made for, if 't is not the same \^ 

Through joy and through sorrow — through glory and shame V 

MOORE. J 

The bee thro' many a garden roves, 

And hums the lay of courtship o'er, 
But, when he finds the flower he loves, 

He settles there, and hums no more. 

Moore. 



LOVE. 377 

Oh nature ! though blessed and bright are thy rays, 

O'er the brow of creation- enchantingly thrown, 
Yet faint are they all to the lustre that plays 

Ir a smile from the neart that is dearly our own ! 

Moore 
/ IjOV was, to his impassion'd soul, 
Nol, as with others, a mere part 
Of his existence, but the whole, 
The very life-breath of his heart ! 

Moore's Loves of the Jlngefo* 
To feel that we adore 

To such refin'd excess, 
That, tho' the heart would burst with more, 
We could not live with less. 



Oh ! there 's nothing half so sweet in life 
As love's young dream. 

O, that hallow'd form is ne'er forgot, 

Which first love trac'd; 
Still it, lingering, haunts the greenest spot 

In memory's waste 



Moore. 



Moore. 



Moore. 



Tell him, for years 1 never nurs'd a thought 
That w r is not his ; that on his wandering way, 
Daily and nightly, pour'd a mourner's prayer. 
Tell him, even now that I would rather share 
His lowliest lot — walk by his side, an outcast — 
Work for him, beg with him — live upon the light 
Of one kind smile from him, than wear a crown. 

Bulwer's Lady of I^yona* 
Lov* buys not with the ruthless usurer's gold 
The loathsome prostitution of a hand 
Without a heart. Love sacrifices a]] things 
To bless the thing it loves. 

Bulwer's Lady of Lyom 



*7« LOVE 

Oh ! were my love a olossom, 

When summer skies depart, 
I 'd plant her in my bosom, 

And wear her near my heart ! 

Dear art thou to me now as in that hour, 

When first love's wave of feeling, spray-like, broke 

Into bright utterance, and we said we lov'd ! 

Bailey's Festus, 
Lo! all the elements of love are here — 
The burning blush, the smile, the sigh, the tear. 

Bailey^s Festtia. 

Love ? — I will tell thee what it is to love : — 

It is to build with human thoughts a shrine, 
Where Hope sits brooding like a beauteous dove — 

Where time seems young, and life a thing divine ; . . . 
Yes, this is love — the steadfast and the true, 

The immortal glory which hath never set ; 
The best, the brightest boon the heart e'er knew — 

Of all life's sweets, the very sweetest yet ! 

Charles Swain 
Friendship's young bloom may pass away, 

As dreams depart the sleeper's mind ; 
The hopes cf life's maturer day 

May fad 2, and leave no trace behind. 
But early love can never die — 

That fairest bud of spring's bright years ; 
Twill still look green in memory, 

When time all other feeling sears. 



Like the lone bird that nutters her pinior?, 

And warbles in bondage her strain, 
I have struggled to fly thy dominion, 

But find that the struggle is vain. 

George P, Morris, 



LOVE. 379 

Oh, sigh not for love, if you wish not to know 
Eveiy torment that waits on us mortals below ; — 
If you fain would avoid all the dangers and snares 
That a*tend human life, and escape all its cares. 



No, thou wert not my first love, 

I'd lov'd before we met, 
And learn'd to shed the bitter tear 

Of anguish and regret. 

Miss L. E. Landon. 
Love ! thou art not a king alone, 

Both slave and king thou art ! 
Who seeks to sway must stoop to own 

The kingdom of the heart. 

The New Timon, 

Our very wretchedness grows dear to us, 
When suffering for one we love. 

The Vew Timon. 

So gaze met gaze, 
A.nd heart saw heart, translucid through the rays. 
One same, harmonious, universal law, 
A.tom to atom, star to star can draw, 
A.nd heart to heart ! Swift darts, as from the sun, 
The strong attraction, and the charm is done ! 

The New Timon. 
To say he lov'd, 
Was to affirm what oft his eye avouch'd, 
What many an action testified ; and yet, 
What wanted confirmation of his tongue. 

J. Sheridan Knowlbs. 
Love is a star, whose gentle ray 
Beams constant o'er our lonely way; 
Love is a gem, whose pearly light 

Oft charms us in the darkest night. 

Saturday Courier, 




380 LOVE. 

Oh ! would thai love were ever still the same — 
Unchang'd, unbiass'd, constant and sincere ; 

Would that the heart, that owns a sacred flame, 
Might never dim its brightness with a tear ! 

But human hearts, alas ! too often show 

That love may sometimes banquet upon wo. 

Dawes' Geraldmt 

Love not, love not — the thing you love may change, 
The rosy lip may cease to smile on you ; 

The kindly beaming eye grow cold and strange, 
The heart still warmly beat, and not ior you. 

Mrs. Norton 

Ere yet my boyhood's years had flown, 

I gaz'd on thee as some fair star, 
And wildly worshipp'd as it shone 

Above my humble world afar. 
But while I gaz'd and still ador'd, 
On bolder wings wrapt Fancy soar'd, 
To make that bright and blissful sphere mine own. 

Fry's Leonora 

I dare not linger near thee, as a brother, 

I feel my burning heart would still be thine ; 
How could I hope my passionate thoughts to smothei, 
When yielding all the sweetness to another 
Which should be mine ! 

Mrs. Amelia B. Welby. 

For love, at first, is but a dreamy thing, 

That slily nestles in the human heart, 
A morning lark, which never plumes his wing 

Till hopes and fears, like lights and shadows, part. 

Mrs. Amelia B. Welby 

Love drew your image on " my heart of hearts," 
And memory preserves it beautiful. 

Mrs. Osgood. 



LUST. 381 

Sincere ! When day and night fail to succeed — 

When the stars shall all fall, and the earth cease to move-* 
When the wolf and the lambkin together shall feed, 

And truth turn to error — then, then doubt my love \ 
But, as long as cold chills us — as long as fire burns — 

Ai long as his spots to the leopard adhere — 
As long as the needle to its dear North pole turns — 

As long as there 's Truth — call it not insincere ! 

J. T. Watson 
That love is sordid which doth need 
Gold's filthy dust its fires to feed : 
That acts a higher, nobler part, 

Which comes, unfetter'd, from the heart. 

J. T. Watson 



LUST. 



Call it not Love, for love to heaven is fled, 

Since sweating Lust on earth usurps her name ; 
Under whose simple semblance he hath fed 

Upon fresh beauty, blotting it with blame. 

Shakspeare, 
Love comforteth like sunshine after rain, 

But Lust's effect is tempest after sun ; 
Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain, 

Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done ; 
Love surfeits not — Lust, like a glutton, dies; 
Love is all truth — ■ Lust full of foulest lies. 

SHAKSPEAftt, 

But Beauty, like the fair Hesperian tree 
Laden with blooming gold, doth need the guard 
Of dragon-watch, with unenchanted eye, 
To save her blossoms, and defend her fruit 
From the rash hand of bold Incontinence. 

Milton's Comus. 



&*l LUST. 

But when Lust . • 
Lets in defilement to the inward parts, 
The soul grows clotted by contagion, 
Imbodies and imbrutes, till she quite lose 
The divine property of her first being. 

Milton's Coram 
Lust is, of all the frailties of our nature, 
What most we ought to fear ; the headstrong beast 
Rushes along, impatient of the course ; 
Nor hears the rider's call, nor feels the rein. 

Bowk 
There are in love the extremes of touch'd desire — 
The noblest brightness, or the coarsest fire ; 
In vulgar bosoms vulgar wishes move, 
Nature guides choice, and, as men think, they love. 
In the loose passion men profane the name, 
Mistake the purpose, and pollute the flame ; 
In nobler bosoms, friendship's form it takes* 
And sex alone the lovely difference makes. 

Aaron Hill. 
Oh, lost to honour's voice ! Oh, doom'd to shame ! 
Thou fiend accurst ! thou murderer of fame ! 
* * * From innocence to tear 
That name, than liberty, than life more dear. 
Where shall thy baseness meet its just return ? 
Or what repay thy guilt, but endless scorn ! 



Within the heart which Love illumes, 
And blesses with his sacred rays, 

If meaner passion e'er presumes, 
It fades before the hallow'd blaze. 



Pope, 



OOEB. 



Infected with that leprosy of lust 

Which taints the hoariest years of vicious men, 

Making tnem ransack, to the very last, 

The dregs of pleasure for' their vanish'd joys. 

Byron's Marino Faliero. 



LUXURY. 988 



LUXURY. 

And, 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held 
A perfume-box, which, ever and anon, 
lie gave his nose, and took 't away again. 

Shakspeare. 

What will not luxury use ? Earth, sea, and air, 
Are daily ransack'd for the biL of fare ; 
Blood stuff'd in skins is British Christians' food, 
And France robs marshes of the croaking brood 

Gay's Trivia* 
If every just man, that now pines with want, 
Had but a moderate and beseeming share 
Of that which lewdly pamper' d Luxury 
Now heaps upon some few with vast excess, 
Nature's full blessings would be well dispens'd, 
And then the Giver would be better thank'd. 

Milton's Comas. 

War destroys man, but luxury, mankind — 
At once corrupts the body and the mind. 

Crown's Caligula 
Then, since the time we have to live 
In this world is so short, we '11 strive 
To make our best advantage of it, 
And pay our losses with our profit. 

Butler's Hitdibraz 
Wine and beauty, thus inviting, 
Each to different joys exciting, 

Whither shall my choice incline? 
I 'U waste no longer thought in choosing, 
But neither this nor that refusing, 

I'll make them both together mine! 

Goldsmith. 



*&* LUXURY. 

luxury ! thou curs'd by heaven's decree, 
How ill-exchang'd are things like these for thee ? 
How do thy potions, with insidious joy, 
Diffuse their pleasures only to destroy ! 

Goldsmiik's Deserted Tillage 
And such dainties to them, their health it might hurt ; 
It's like sending tt " ruffles, when wanting a shirt. 

Goldsmith. 
Fell luxury ! more perilous to youth 
Than storms or quicksands, poverty or chains ! 

Hannah More. 
What though on hamely fare we dine, 

Wear hodden-grey, and a' that? 
Give fools their silks, and knaves their wine, 

A man's a man for a' that. 

Burns. 
Sofas, 't was half a sin to sit upon, 
So costly were they ; carpets, every stitch 
Of workmanship so rare, they made you wish 
You could glide o'er them like a golden fish. 

Byron's Don Juan. 
All that can eye or sense delight, 
Were gather'd in that gorgeous sight. 

Byron's Giaour 

What though they tell, with phizzes long, 
My years are sooner past ! 

1 would reply, with reason strong, 
They're sweeter while they last. 

Charles Sprague. 
l3ut this I know, and this I feel, 
As onward to the tomb I steal, 
That still, as death approaches nearer, 
T{ie joys of life are sweeter dearer; 
And, had I but one hour to live, 
T^at ittle hour to bliss I 'd give ! 

Moore's Anacreon* 






MADNESS 386 

One little hour of joy to me 
Is worth a dull eternity. 

Moore's Anacrtcm 

While the perfum'd lights 
Stole thro' the mists of alabaster lamps, 
An 1 every air was heavy with the sip-hs 
Of orange groves, and music from sweet lutes, 
And murmurs of low fountains that gush'd forth 
l' the midst of roses. 

Bulwer's Lady of Lyons. 



MADNESS. 

Oh what a noble mind is here o'erthrown ! 

The courtier's, scholar's, soldier's, eye, tongue, sword, 

Th' expectancy and rose of the fair state, 

The glass of fashion and the mould of form, 

The observ'd of all observers ! — quite, quite down ! 

Shakspearb. 

Better I were distract : 
So should my thoughts be sever'd from my griefs, 
And woes, by strong imagination, lose 
The knowledge of themselves. 



Shakspearb. 



I am not mad ; — 1 would to heaven I were ! 
For then, 'tis like, I should forget myself; 
O r if I could, what griefs should I forget ! 

There is a pleasure in being mad, 
Which none but madmen know 



Shakspearb, 



Dkybeh. 



His lips do move with inward muttenngs, 

And his fix'd eye is rheted fearfully 

On something that no other sight can see. 

Maturin's Bertram. 
33 



386 MALEDICTIONS- MALICE -Mm 

this poor brain ! ten thousand shapes of fury 
Are whirling there, and reason is no more. 

Field tm 

This wretched brain gave way, 
And I became a wreck, at random driven, 
Without one glimpse of reason or of heaven. 

Moore's Lalla Hookh 



MALEDICTIONS. — (See Curses.) 



MALICE. — (See Enemy.) 



MAN. 



This is the state of man : — to-day he puts forth 
The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, 
And bears his blushing honours thick upon him. 
The third day comes a frost — a killing frost. 

Shakspeak* 
In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, 
Till thou return unto the ground ; for tnou 
Out of the ground wast taken ; know thy birth, 
For dust thou art, and shalt to dust return. 

Milton's Paradise Lost. 
Men are but children of a larger growth ; 
Our appetites are apt to change as theirs, 
And full as craving too. and full as vain. 



Drydm 



Stan human kind ! fantastic race \ 
Th) various follies who can trace? 
Self- .eve, ambition, envy, priie, 
Their empire in our hearts divide. 



'Dean Swift 



MAN. 387 



Fond man ! the vision of a moment made ! 
Dream of a dream ! and shadow of a shade ! 



Young* 



How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, 
How complicate, how wonderful is man ! 

Young's Night Thoughts. 
At thirty y man suspects himself a fool, 
Knows it at forty, and reforms his plans ; 
At fifty, chides his infamous delay, 
Pushes his proudest purpose to resolve ; 
In all the magnanimity of thought 
Resolves and re-resolves — then dies the same. 

Young's Night Thoughts. 

Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour. 

Young's Night Thoughts. 

How falsely is the spaniel drawn ! 
Did man from him first learn to fawn? 
Go, man ! the ways of courts discern, 
You'll find a spaniel still might learn. 
How can the fox's theft and plunder 
Provoke man's censure or his wonder? 
From courtiers' tricks, and lawyers' arts, 
The fox might well improve his parts. 
The lion, wolf, and timer's brood 
He curses for their love of blood : 
But is not man to man a prey? 

Beasts kill for hunger, men for pay. 

Gay's Fabler 

Each animal, 
By natural instinct taught, spares his own kind ; 
But man, the tyrant man, revels at large, 
Freebooter unrestrain'd, destroys at will 
The whole creation, men and beasts his prey, 
These for his pleasure, for his glory those. 

Somervile s Field Sports 



*88 MAN 

Mankind one day serene and free appear ; 
The next they 're cloudy, sullen and severe ; 
New passions, new opinions still excite, 
And what they like at noon they leave at night. 



Garth 



Oh ! frail inconstancy of mortal state ! 
One hour dejected and the next elate ! 
Rais'd by false hopes, or by false fears deprest, 
How different passions sway the human breast ! 

Pattisom. 
A man so various that he seem'd to be 
Not one but all mankind's epitome. 
Stiff in opinion, always in the wrong, 
Was everything by starts, and nothing long 
But in the course of one revolving moon, 
Was chymist, fiddler, statesman and buffoon ; 
Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, 
Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking. 

Spectator. 
The way to conquer men is by their passions : 
Catch but the ruling foible of their hearts, 
And all their boasted virtues shrink before you. 



TOLSON. 



Man is a very worm by birth, 

Vile, reptile, weak and vain ; 
Awhile he crawls upon the earth, 

Then sinks to earth again. 

In every breast there burns an active flame, 
The love of glory, or the dread of shame. 



POPK. 

Pops. 



Created half to rise, or half to fall, 
Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all ; 
Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurl'd, 
The glory, jest, and riddle of the world. 

Pope's Essay on Man* 



MAN. 386 

Behold the child, by nature's kindly law, 
Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw ; 
Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight, 
A little louder, but as empty quite ; — 
Scarfs, garters, gold, amuse his riper stage, 
And beads and prayer-books are the toys of age. 
Pleas'd with this bauble still, as that before, 
Till tired, he sleeps, and life can charm no more. 

Pope's Essay on Man* 
When the proud steed shall know why man restrains 
His fiery course, or drives him o'er the plains, 
When the dull ox, why now he breaks the clod, 
Is now a victim, and now Egypt's God ; — 
Then shall man's pride and dulness comprehend 
His actions', passions', being's, use and end. 

Pope's Essay on Man 
How few are found with real talents bless'd ! 
Fewer with nature's gifts contented rest. 
Man from his sphere eccentric starts astray ; 
All hunt for fame, but most mistake the way. 

Churchill. 
The mind of man is vastly like a hive ; 

His thoughts so busy ever — all alive ! 

But here the simile will go no further ; 
For bees are making honey, one and ail ; 
Man's thoughts are busy in producing gall, 
Committing daily, as it were, self-murder. 

Dr. Wolcot's Peter Pindar 
'Tis man's pride, 
His highest, woithiest, noblest boast, 
The privilege he prizes most, 

To stand by helpless woman's side. 

Mrs. Holford's Margaret of Anjoik 
Nature ne'er meant her secrets to be found, 
And man 's a riddle which man can't expound. 

R. T. Painb 
33* 



mo MAN. 

Man '& at the best a creature frail and vain, 
In knowledge ignorant, in strength but weak; 

Subject to sorrow, losses, sickness, pain, 

Each storm his state, his mind, his body break. 

Mrs. Bradstrlet 

What tho' the generous cow give me to quaff 
The milk nutritious : — am I then a calf? 

Joel Barlow. 

Smile on, nor venture to unmask 

Man's heart, and view the hell that 's there. 

Byron. 

Man 's a phenomenon, one knows not what, 
And wonderful beyond all wondrous measure ; 

'Tis pity tho', in this sublime world, that 

Pleasure 's a sin, and sometimes sin 's a pleasure 

Byron's Bon Juan. 

Men are the sport of circumstances when 
The circumstances seem the sport of men. 

Byron's Don Juan. 

Man's a strange animnl, and makcis strange use 

Of his own nature and the various arts, 
And likes particularly to produce 

Some new experiments to show his parts. 

Byron's Bon Juan. 

That which I am, I am ; I did not seek 
For life, nor did I make myself. 

Byron's Cain, 

Admire, exult, despise, laugh, weep, — for here 
There is much matter for all feeling : — Man ! 
Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear ! 

Byron's Childe Harolds 

But like the tender rose, men soon decay, 
Thoy bloom, they wither, die, and pass away. 

J. T. Watson. 



MATRIMONY - WEDLOCK. 391 



MATRIMONY — WEDLOCK. 

From that day forth, in peace and joyous bliss, 

They liv'd together long without debate ; 
Nor private jars, nor spite of enemies, 

Could shake the safe assurance of their state. 

Spenser's Fairy Queen 

Marriage is a matter of more worth 
Than to be dealt in by attorneyship. 

.Shakspeare 

What is wedlock forced, but a hell, 
An age of discord and continual strife 1 
Whereas the contrary bringeth forth bliss, 
And is a pattern of celestial peace. 



Shakspeafjs. 



Crown, 



The hour of marriage ends the female reign, 
And we give all we have to buy a chain ; 
Hire men to be our lords, who were our slaves, 
And bribe our lovers to be perjur'd knaves. 

The husband 's sullen, dogged, shy, 
The wife grows flippant in reply ; 
He loves command and due restriction, 
And she as well likes contradiction. 
She never slavishly submits; 
She '11 have her will, or have her fits ; 
He this way tugs, she that way draws, 
And both find fault with equal cause. 

Gay's Fatties, 

Marriage to maids is like a war to men ; 
The battle causes fear, but the sweet hopes 
Of winning at the last, still draws 'em in. 

Nat. Leb. 



392 
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Rcwi 



MATRIMONY - WEDLOCK. 

Are we not one ? Are we not join'd by heaven ? 
Each interwoven with the other's fate ? 
Are we not mix'd liice streams oi meeting rivers, 
Whose blended waters are no more distinguished, 
But rol 1 into the sea one common flood ? 

Though fools spurn Hymen's gentle powers, 
We, who improve his golden hours. 

By sweet experience know 
That marriage, rightly understood, 
Gives to the tender and the good 

A Paradise below. 

Cotton, 
O marriage ! marriage ! what a curse is thme, 
Whose hands alone consent, and hearts abhor ! 

Aaron Hill 
There have been wedlock's joys of swift decay, 
Like lightning, seen at once, and shot away ; 
But theirs were hopes, which, all unfit to pair, 
Like fire and powder, kiss'd, and flash'd to air. 
Thy soul and mine, by mutual courtship won, 
Meet like two mingling flames, and make but one. 
Union of hearts, not hands, does marriage make, 
And sympathy of mind keeps love awake. 

Aaron Hill. 
Then let Hymen oft appear, 
In saffron robes, with taper clear. 
With pomp, and feast, and revelry, 
With mask, and antique pageantry. 



Milton 



Wedded love is founded on esteem, 
Which the fair merits of the mind engage, 
For those are charms which never can decay; 
But Mme, which gives new whiteness to the swan, 
Improves their lustre. 



Fenton 



MATRIMONY - WEDL( )CK 393 



As spiders never seek the fly, 
But leaves him of himself t' apply, 
So men are by themselves employ'd 
To quit the freedom they enjoy'd, 
And lun their necks into a noose, 
They 'd break 'em after to get loose 



Butler's Hudibras 



And after matrimony's over, 
He, that remains but half a lo/er, 
Deserves, for every minute, more 
Than half a year of love before 

Butler's Hudibras 
But happy they, the happiest of their kind ! 
Whom gentle stars unite, and in one late 
Their hearts, their fortunes, and their beings blend. 

Thomson's Seasons 
What is the world to them, 
Its pomp, its pleasure, and its nonsense all, 
Who in each other clasp whatever fair 
High fancy forms, and lavish hearts can wish ? 

Thomson's Seasons. 

Thou art the nurse of virtue. In thine arms 
She smiies, appearing, as in truth she is, 
Heaven-born, and destin'd to the skies again. 

Cowper's Task* 
Wedlock 's a saucy, sad, familiar state, 
Where folks are very apt to scold and hate. 

Dr. Wolcot's Peter Pindar* 
No jealousy their dawn of love o'ercast, 

Nor blasted were their wedded days with strife ; 
Each season look'd delightful -as it past, 
To the fond husband, and the faithful" wife. 

Beattie's APmst el 
Tb«^ bloom or blight of all men's happiness. 

Bv ron's Bride of Aby log. 



OT4 MATRIMONY - W EDLOCK 

To cheer thy sickness, watch thy health, 
Partake, but never waste thy wealth, 
Or stand with smile unir.ur muring by, 
Arid lighten half thy poverty. 

Byron's Bride of Aby do ?. 

They liv'd together as most people do, 

Suffering each other's foibles by accord, 
And not exactly either one or two. 

Byron's Don Juan 
Wishing each other, not divorc'd, but dead, 
They liv'd respectably as man and wife. 

Byron's Don Jvan. 

No power in death shall tear our names apart, 
As none in life could rend thee from my heart 

Byron's Lament of Tasso. 

There 's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told, 

When two, that are link'd in one heavenly tie, 
With heart never changing, and brow never cold, 
Love on thro' all ills, and love on till they die. 
One hour of a passion so sacred is worth 

Whole ages of heartless and wandering bliss ; 
And Oh ! if there be an Elysium on earth. 
It is this — it is this ! 

Moore's Lalla Rookh. 

To love, to bliss, their blended souls were given, 
And each, too happy, ask'd no brighter heaven. 

Dr. Dwight. 
And if division come, it soon is past, 
Too sharp, too strange an agony to last ! 
And, like some river's bright, abundant tide, 
Which art or accident hath forc'd aside, 
The well-springs of affection, gushing o'er. 
Back to their natural channels flow once more 

Mrs. Norton's jJream. 



MECHANIC -MEDICINE -MEEKNESS, &c. 395 

Then. come the wild weather — come sleet ox come snow, 
We will stand by each other, however it blow ; 
Oppression, and sickness, and sorrow and pain, 
Shall be to our true love as links to the chain. 

Longfellow — From the German. 
Oh, pleasant is the welcome kiss 
When day's dull round is o'er, 
And sweet the music of the step 
That meets us at the door. 

J. R. Drake. 
Tho' close the link that bound them, yet hath heaven 
A closer tie to the true-hearted given. 

Mrs. C. H. W. Eslino. 



MECHANIC — (See Blacksmith.) 



MEDICINE. — (See Disease.) 



MEEKNESS — MILDNESS. 

Of manners gentle, of affections mild, 
In wit, a man — simplicity, a child. 



Pop*. 



Though sprightly, gentle ; though polite, sincere ; 
And only of thyself a judge severe. 

Beattie. 

She was a soft landscape of mild earth, 
Where all was harmony and calm and quiet, 
Luxuriant, budding. 

Byron 

With a spirit as meek as the gentlest of those 
Who in life'? sunny valley lie shelter'd and warm 

MOORE, 



396 MEETING. 

Her bonnie face it was as meek 
As ony lamb upon a lee ; 

The evening sun was ne'er sae sweet 
As was the blink o' Phemie's e'e. 

She bore herself 
So gently, that the lily on its stalk 
Bends not so easily its dewy head. 



Burns 



J. G. Percivai* 



The one presiding feature in her mind 
Was the pure meekness of a will resign'd, 
A tender spirit, freed from all pretence 
Of wit, and pleas'd in mild benevolence. 



MEETING. 

Sir, you are very welcome to our house ; 
It must appear in other ways than words, 
Therefore I scant this breathing courtesy. 

A hundred thousand welcomes ! I could weep, 
And I could laugh ; I 'm light and heavy : weicorne ! 

Shakspeare. 
I sware 
By the simplicity of Venus' doves ! 
By that which knitteth souls, and prospers loves ! 
In the same place thou hast appointed me, 
To-morrow truly will I meet with thee. 

Shakspeare. 
The joy of meeting pays the pangs of absence ; ♦ 
Else who could bear it? 

Rowe's Tamerlane. 

Absence, w T ith all its pains, 
Is by this charming moment wiped away. 

Thomson* 



MELANCHOLY ~ MEMORY. 39? 

When lovers meet in adverse hour, 
"Tis like a sun-glimpse through a shower ; 
A watery ray an instant seen, 
Then darkly closing clouds between. 

Scott's Rokeby t 
And does not a meeting irke this make amends 

For all the long years I 've l^een wand' ring away — 
To see thus around me my youth's early friends, 

As smiling and kind as in that h^.ppy day ? 



MELANCHOLY. — (See Care.) 



MEMORY. 

He that is strucken blind cannot forget 

The precious treasures of his eyesight left, 

Shakspeare, 

Of joys departed, never to return, 

How bitter 's the remembrance ! 

Blair's Grave. 

Rise to transports past expressing, 

Sweeter by remembrance made. 

Goldsmith. 
Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, 
Swells at my heart, and turns the past to pain. 

Goldsmith's Deserted Village. 
Had memory been lost with innocence 
We had not known the sentence, nor th' offence , 
'T was man's chief punishment, to keep in store 
The sad remembrance what he was before. 

Deniiam, 
Thinking wil make me mad ; why must think, 
When no thought brings me comfort ? 

Southern. 
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d9b MEMORY. 

And scenes long past, of joy and pain, 
Come wildering o'er his aged brain. 

Scott's Last Minstrel 
It haunts me still, though many a year has ^ed, 

Like some wild melody. 

Rogers' Italy. 

Through the shadowy past. 

Like a tomb-searcher, memory ran, 

Lifting each shroud that time had cast 

O'er buried hopes. 

Moore's Loves of the Angete 

Long, long be my heart with such memories fill'd ! 
Like the vase in which roses have once been distill'd, 
You may break, you may ruin the vase, if you will, 
But the scent of the roses will hang round it still. 

MOORE. 

When time, which steals our years away, 

Shall steal our pleasures too, 
The memory of the past will stay, 

And half our joy renew. 

Moore. 

Let fate do her worst ; there are moments of joy, 
Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy; 
Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, 
And bring back the features that joy used to wear. 

Moore, 
My memory now is but the tomb 
Of joys long past. 

Byron's Giactr* 

But in that instant, o'er his soul 
Winters of memory seem'd to roll, 
And gathei in their drop of time 
A life of pain, an age of crime ; — 
O'er him who loves, or hates, of fears. 
Such moments pour the grief of years. 

Byron s Uiauui, 



MEMORY. 399 

But ever and anon, of grief subdued 
There comes a token, like a serpent's sang, 
Scarce seen, but with fresh bitterness imbued. 

Byron's Childe Harold 
And other days came back to me 
With recollected music, tho' the tone 
Is chang'd and solemn, like the cloudy groan 
Of dying thunder on the distant wind. 

Byron's Childe Harold. 
We ne'er forget, tho' there we are forgot. 

Byron's Don Juan. 
Oh ! friends regretted, scenes for ever dear, 
Remembrance hails you with her warmest tear ! 
Drooping she bends o'er pensive Fancy's urn, 
To trace the hours which never can return. 

Byron. 

Ah ! tell me not that memory 

Sheds gladness o'er the past; — 
What is recall'd by faded flowers, 

Save that they did not last? 
Were it not better to forget, 
Than but remember and regret? 

Miss L. E. Landon. 

There are moments of life that we never forget, 

Which brighten, and brighten, as time steals away ; 

They give a new charm to the happiest lot, 

And they shine on the gloom of the loneliest day. s 

J. G. Percival. 

As we look back thro' life in our moments of sadness. 
How few and how brief are the gleamings of gladness ! 
Yet we find, 'midst the gleam that our pathway o'ershaded, 
A ft w spots of sunshine — a few flowers unfaded; 
And memory still hoards, as her richest of treasures, 
Some moments of rapture — some exquisite pleasures. 

Prosper M. Wetmork. 



400 MEMORY. 

On this dear jewei of my memory 

My heart will ever dwell, and fate in vain, 

Possessing that, essay to make me wretched. 

Lord John Rus&ell 
'T is sweet to remember. I would not forego 
The charm which the past o'er the present can threw. 
For all the gay visions that fancy may weave, 
In her web of illusion, that shines to deceive. 

W G. Clark. 
Our hopes are flown — yet parted hours 

Still in the depths of memory lie, 
Like night-gems in the silent blue 
Of summer's deep and brilliant sky. 

G. D. Prentice 
We have been bless'd ; — tho' life is made 
A tear, a silence, and a shade, 
And years have left the vacant breast 
To loneliness — we have been bless'd ! 

G. D. Prentice 

Thy words have touch'd a chord of memory's lyre, 
And wak'd the key-note of the saddest dirge 
That fancy ever play'd to melancholy. 

Rufus Dawes. 

There 's a feeling within us that loves to revert 
To the merry old times that are gone. 

This memory bri^ 'itens o'er the past. 

As when the stn, conceal'd 
Behind some cloud that near us hangs 

Shines on- a distant field. 

H. W Longfellow 

The mind will, in its worst despair, 

Stiil ponder o'er the past, 
On moments of delight that were 

Too beautiful to last. 

Balfe's Bohemian GirL 



MEMORY. 401 

Youth's eager life and changef jl lot, 

Nor sterner manhood's graver toys 
Nor trembling age himself, can blot 

The memory of our earliest joys 

J. H. McIltinb 
But thank'd be memory — her sweet power can bring 

Back to my neart iis eany joys again ; 
Her magic spell revives the frozen spring 

Of youth and hope, and reunites the chain 
Of sever'd sympathies. 

HoFLANB 

Fond memory, to her duty true, 
Brings back their faded forms to view; — 
How lifelike, thro' the mist of years, 
Each well-remember'd face appears ! 

Charles Spragur 
'T is vain, and worse than vain to think on joys 
Which, like the hour that 's gone, return no more. 

Isaac Clason 
And thus, as in memory's bark we shall £lide, 

To visit the scenes of our boyhood anew, 
Though oft we may see, looking down on the tide, 

The wreck of full many a hope shining through — 
Yet still, as in fancy we point to the flowers 

That once made a garden of all the gay shore, 
Deceiv'd for a moment, we'll think them still ours, 

And breathe the fresh air of life's morning once more. 



Memory 's that mirror which affliction throws 

Down to the earth, as cruelest of its foes, 

Hoping to drive remorse thus from its side; 

But when the mirror down to earth is dash'd, 

4nd rudely in ten thousand pieces mash'd, 

* Each fragment shows the reflection multiplied. 

J. T. Watsom 
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*02 MERCY - MIND, Alc. 

fler memory still within rnv mind 

Retains its sweetest power; 
It is the perfume left behind, 

That whispers of the flower. 

Mrs. Amelia B Weljt 



MERCY. — (See Forgiveness.) 



MERIT. — (See Excellence.) 



MILDNESS. — (See Meekness.) 



MIND — REASON — THOUGHT. 

He that is of reason's skill bereft, 

And wants jhe staff of wisdom him to stay, 
Is like a ship in midst of tempest left, 

Without an helm or pilot her to stay. 



SpENSESt 



When men have several faiths, to find the true 

We only can the aid of reason use ; 

T is reason shows us which we should eschew, 

When by comparison we learn to choose. 

Sir W. Dave n ant 

Thought 

Precedes the will to think, and error lives 

Ere reason can be born. 

Congreve, 

The mind in its own place, and, in itself, 
Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of hepvan. 

Milton's Paradise Lost. 



MIND - REASON - THOUGHT. 



403 



The workman in his stuff his skill doth show, 
And yet the stuff gives not the man his skill 

Kings their affairs do by their servants know, 
Bu' order them by their own royal will. 

Davies' Immortality of the Sou*. 

The immortal mind, superior to his fate, 

Amid the outrage of external things, 

Finn at the solid base of this great world, 

Rests on its own foundation. 



A.KENSIDB- 



'T is Reason's part 
To govern and to guard the heart, 
To lull the wayward soul to rest, 
When hopes and fears distract the breast ; — 
Reason may calm this doubtful strife, 
And steer thy bark thro' various life. 

How fleet is the glance of the mind ! 

Compar'd with the speed of its flight, 
The tempest itself lags behind, 

And the swift-winged arrow of light. 

Within the brain's most secret cells 
A certain lord -chief-justice dwells, 
Of sov'reign power, whom, one and all, 
With common voice we Reason call. 



CoTTONt 



COWPER. 



Churchill. 



With curious art the brain, too finely wrought, 
Preys on itself, and is destroy'd by thought ; 
Constant attention wears the active mind, 
Blots out her powers, and leaves a blank behind. 

Churchill. 
The mind doth shape itself to its own wants, 
And can bear all things. 

Joanna Baillik* 



<04 MIND - REASON - THOUGHT. 

The joys of sense to mental joys are mean ; 
Sense on the present only feeds ; the soul 
On past and future forages for joy ; 
'Tis hers, by retrospect, through time to range, 
And forward, time's great sequel to survey. 

Young's Night Thoughts. 
For just experience tells, in every soil, 
That those who think must govern those who toil ; 
And all that freedom's highest aims can reach 
Is but to lay proportion'd loads on each. 

Goldsmith's Traveller. 
When coldness wraps this suffering clay, 
Ah, whither strays the immortal mind ? 



It cannot die, it cannot stay, 

But leaves its darken'd dust behind. 

His thoughts 
Were combinations of disjointed things, 
And forms, impalpable and unperceiv'd 
By others' sight, familiar were to his. 



Byron. 



Byron. 



The tree hath lost its blossom, and the rind, 
Chopp'd by the axe, looks rough and little worth ; 
But the sap lasts. 

Byron's Childe Harold. 
Eternal spirit of the chainless mind. 

Byron's Childe Harold* 
'T is a base 
Abandonment of reason to resign 
Our light of thought. 

Byron's Childe Harold* 
Our souls at least are free, and 't is in vain 

We would against them make the flesh obey — 
The spirit in the end will have its way. v 

Byron's Don Juan* 



HHRTH- MISANTHROPY. 405 

Heads bow, knees bend, eyes watch around a throne, 
And hands obey — our hearts are still our own. 

Byron's Don Juan 
A moment o'er his face 
A tablet of unutterable thoughts 
Was trac'a — and then it faded as it came. 

Byron's Dream* 
The insate mind, but from without supplied, 

Languishes on a weak imperfect food ; 
If sustenance more spiritual be denied, 

With flame consuming on itself 't will brood. 

Sir E. Brydges. 

The mind of man is ne'er at rest, — 

Whether the body sleeps or wakes, 
To heaven, earth, hell — North, South, East, West — 

The mind its ceaseless wanderings takes. 

J. T. Watson. 



MIRTH. — (See Cheerfulness.) 



MISANTHROPY. 

i am Misanthropos, and hate mankind ! 

Shakspeare. 
There 's not a day but, to the man of thought, 
Betrays some secret that throws new reproach 
On life, and makes him sick of seeing more. 

Young's Night Thougfiis. 
Fear'd, shunn'd, belied, ere youth had lost her force, 
He hated men too much to feel remorse, 
And th( ught the voice of wrath a sacred calf, 
To pay the injuries of f orae on all. 

Byron's C^sait 



406 MISER-MISERY-SORROW. 

I have not lov'd th^ world, nor the world me ; 

I have not flatter' d its rank breath, nor bow'd 
To its idolatries a patient knee, — 

Nor coin'd my cheeks to smiles — nor cried aloud 
In worship of an echo. 

Byron's Childe Haroli 

Have I not suffer'd things to be forgiven ? 

Have I not had my brain sear'd, my heart riven, 

Hopes sapp'd, name blighted, life's life lied away? 

And only not to desperation driven, 

Because not altogether of such clay 

As rots into the souls of those whom I survey ! 

Bvron's Childe Ilarola 

We talk of love and pleasure — but 't is all 

A tale of falsehood. Life 's made up of gloom ; 

The fairest scenes are clad in ruin's pall, 
The loveliest pathway leads but to the tomb. 

J. G. Percival, 

Only this is sure : 
In this world nought, save misery, can endure. 

Mrs. Emma C. Embury 



.MISER. — (See Avarice.) 



MISERY— SORROW. 

And then will canker sorrow eat her bud, 
And chase the native beauty from her cheek. 

Shakspeare. 
For where the greater malady is fix'd, 
The lesser is scarce felt. 

Shakspeare. 



MISERY - SORROW. 40? 

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, 

But in battalions. 

Shakspeare, 

It eascth some, tho' none it ever cur'd, 

To think their sorrows others have endur'd. 

Shakspeare 
Some secret venom preys upon his heart ; 
A stubborn and unconquerable flame 
Creeps in his veins, and drinks the streams of life. 

Rowb 
Alas ! I have no words to tell my grief; 
To vent my sorrow would be some relief; 
Light sufferings give us leisure to complain ; 
We groan, but cannot speak, in greater pain. 

Drydeh 
Man is a child of sorrow, and this world 
In which we breathe, hath cares enough to plague us ; 
But it hath means withal to soothe those cares ; 
And he, who meditates on others' woes, 
Shall in that meditation lose his own. 

Cumberland's Timocles 
Heaven oft in mercy smites, even when the blow 
Severest is. 

Joanna Baillie. 

Though gay companions o'er the bowl 

Dispel awhile the sense of ill, 

Though pleasure stir the madd'ning soul — 

The heart, the heart, is lonely still. 

Byron. 

And o'er that fair broad brow were wrought 
The intersected lines of thought ; 
Those furrows, which the burning share 
Of sorrow ploughs untimely there : 
Scars of the lacerated mind, 
Which the soul's war doth leave behind. 

Byron's Parisina. 



*0h MISERY - SORROW. 

Joy's recollection is no longer joy, 
But sorrow's memory is sorrow still ! 

Byron's Marino Faliero 
Wrung with the wounds that kill not, but ne'er heal. 

Byron's Childe Harold, 
But 'midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, 

To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, 
And roam along, the world's tired denizen, 

With none who bless us, none whom we may bless. 

Byron's Childe Harold* 
His life was one long war with self-sought foes, 
Or friends by him self-banish'd. 

Byron's Childe Harold. 
Bow'd and bent, 
Wax grey and ghastly, withering ere their time. 

Byron's Childe Harold. 
What deep wound ever heal'd without a scar ? 

Byron's Childe Harold, 

The furrows of long thought and dried-up tears. 

Byron's Childe Harold. 

He felt the chilling heaviness of heart, 
* * * * Which attends 
The loss of love, the treachery of friends, 
Or death of those we doat on, when a part 
Of us dies witn them, and each fond hope ends. 

Byron's Don Juan, 
Foi sorrow o'er each sense held stern command. 

Byron's Don Juan. 
Wait, till like me, your hopes are blighted — till 
Sorrow and shame are handmaids of your cabin ; 
Famine and poverty your guests at table ; 
Despair your bedfellow — then rise, but no: 
From sleep, and judge. 

Byrow, 



MISERY - SORROW. W { J 

Better 
Die soon, than live on lingeringly in pain. 

Byron's Two Fnscari. 

O ej every feature of that still pale face, 
Had sorrow fix'd what time can ne'er erase. 

Byron's Corsair* 
My life is not dated by years — 

There are moments which act as a plough, 
And there is not a furrow appears, 
But is deep in my soul a3 my brow 

Byron. 
The quivering flesh, though torture-torn, may live ; 
But souls, once deeply wounded, heal no more. 

Elliot. 

No — pleasures, hopes, affections gone, 
The wretch may bear, and yet live on ; 
Like things within the cold rock found 
Alive, when all 's congeal'd around. 
But there 's a blank repose in this, 
A calm stagnation, that were bliss 
To the keen, burning, harrowing pain, 
Now felt thro' all that breast and brain. 

Moore's Lalla Boo/ch, 

The path of sorrow, and that path alone, 

Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown ; 

No traveller ever reach'd that blest abode, l> 

Who found not thorns and briars in his road. 

COWPEB, 

A malady 
Preys on my heart, that medicine cannot reach, 
Invisible and cureless. 

Maturin's Bertram 

He who has most of heart knows most of sorrow.* 

Bailey's Fevtu* 



410 



MISFORTUNE - MOB - RABBLE. 



Sorrow treads heavily, and leaves behind 
A deep impression, even when she departs ; 

While joys trip by with steps light as the wind, 
And scarcely leaves a trace upon our hearts. 

Mrs. E. C. Ehbijri 

Oh, woe, deep woe, to earthly love's fond trust, 
When all it once has worshipp'd lies in dust ! 

Mrs. E. C. Embttr* 

It breathes no sign, it sheds no tear, 
Yet it consumes the heart. 



Sheridan 



You 've seen the lightning-flash at night 

Play brightly o'er its cloudy pile, 
The moonshine tremble on the height, 
When Winter glistenj cold and bright, — 
And like that flash, and like that light, 
Is sorrow's vain and heartless smile. 



J. G. Whittieh. 



MISFORTUNE. — (See Adversity.) 



MOB — RABBLE. 

They praise and they admire they know not what. 
And know not whom, but as one leads the other : 
And what delight to be by such extoll'd, 
To live upon their tongues, and be their talk, 
Of whom to be disprais'd were no small praise ? 

Milton's Paradise Regained 

The rude reproaches of the rascal herd, 
Who, for the self-same actions, if successful, 
Wodld be as grossly lavish in their praise. 

Thomson, 



MODESTY -MONEY. , 41! 



The scum 
TLat rises upmost, wnen the nation boils. 



Dryden, 



Some popular chief, 
More noisy than the rest, but cries halloo, 
And in a trice the bellowing herd come out. 
They never ask for whom, or what they fight ; 
But, turn 'em out, and show 'em but a foe : 
Cry liberty \ and that 's a cause for quarrel. 

Dryden. 

Their feet through faithless leather meet the dirt, 
And oft'ner change their principles than shirt. 

Young. 

And the brute crowd, whose envious zeal 
Huzzas each turn of fortune's wheel, 
And loudest shouts when lowest lie 
Exalted worth and station high. 

Scott's Rokeby. 

Who o'er the herd would wish to reign, 
Fantastic, fickle, fierce, and vain ? — 
Vain as the leaf upon the stream, 
And fickle as a changeful dream ; 
Fantastic as a woman's mood, 
And fi jrce as frenzy's fever'd blood. 

Scott's Lord of the Fsles 



MODESTY. — (See Bashfulness.) 



MONEY. — (See Gold.> 



412 



MOON -STARS -SUN. 



MOON — STARS — SUN. 

The weary sun hath made a golden set, 
And, by the bright track of his fiery car 
Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow. 

But yonder comes the glorious king of day, 
Rejoicing in the East. 

See, at the call of night, 
The star of evening sheds his silver light 
High o'er yon western hill. 

Meanwhile, declining from the noon of day, 
The sun obliquely shoots his burning ray. 



SHA£SF£A£&. 



Milton 



Gay's Dione 



Popf 



The sky 
Spreads like an ocean hung on high, 
Bespangled with those isles of light 
So wildly, spiritually bright. 
Who ever gaz'd upon them shining, 
And turn'd to earth without repining, 
Nor wish'd for wings to flee away, 
And mix with their eternal ray? 

Byron's Siege of Corinth. 
Ye stars, that are the poetry of heaven ! 

Byron's Childe Harold* 

The queen of night asserts her silent reign. 

Byron's Corsair 
Plac'd in the spangled sky, with visage bright 
The full-orb'd moon her radiant beams displays; 
But 'neath the vivid sun's more splendid rays, 
Sinks all her charms, and fades her lovely light. 

From the Portuguese, 



MOURNING - MOTHER - MOUNTAINS 413 

How oft at midnight have I fix'd my gaze 
Upon the blue, unclouded firmament, 
With thousand spheres illumin'd, and, perchance, 
The powerful centres of revolving worlds? 

Hon. W. Herbert. 
— Going forth, 
Ilei princely way an ong the stars in slow 

And Silent brightness. 

H. Ware 

But the stars, the soft stars ! — when they glitter above us, 

I gaze on their beams with a feeling divine ; 
For, as true friends in sorrow more tenderly love us, 

The darker the heaven, the brighter they shine ! 

Mrs. Amelia B. Welby. 
O ! who can lift above a careless look, 

While such bright scenes as these his thoughts engage. 
And doubt, while reading from so fair a book, 

That God's own finger trac'd the glowing page ; 
Or deem the radiance of yon blue expanse, 
With all its starry hosts, the careless work of Chance ? 

Mrs. Amelia B. Welby. 



MORNING.— (See Day.) 



MOTHER. — (See Father.) 



MOUNTAINS. 

He who first m3t the highlands' swelling blue, 

Will love each peak that shows a kindred hue; 

Hail in each crag a friend's familiar face, 

And clasp the mountain in his mind's embrace. 

Byron's Island. 
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414 MOURNING - MURDER. 

Above me are the Alps, 

The palaces of nature, whose vast walls 
Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps 

And thron'd eternity in icy halls 
Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls 

The avalanche — the thunderbolt of snow! — 
AL chat expands the spirit, yet appals, 

Gather around these summits, as to show 
How earth may pierce to heaven, yet leave vain man below 

Byron's Childe Harold. 

Whc first beholds the Alps, — that mighty chain 
Of mountains, stretching on from east to west, 
Sc massive, yet so shadowy, so ethereal, 
As to belong rather to heaven than earth — 
But instantly receives into his soul 
A sense, a feeling that he loses not — 
A something that informs him 'tis a moment 
Whence he may date henceforward and for ever. 

Rogers' Italy 
Your peaks are beautiful, ye Apennines, 

In the soft light of your serenest skies ; 
From the broad highland regions, dark with pines 

Fair as the hills of paradise, ye rise ! 

W. C. Bryant, 
And lo ! the Catskills print the distant sky, 

And o'er their airy tops the faint clouds driven, 
So softly blending, that the cheated eye 

Forgets or which is earth or which is neaven. 

T. S Iay 

MOURNING. — (See Funeral.) 



MURDER — (bee Assassination.) 



MUSIC - SINGING. 4!5 



MUSIC — SINGING. 

Oh ! it came ov 3r me like the sweet South, 
That breathes upon a bank of violets, 
Stealing and giving odour. 

Sharspeare 

— As sweet and musical 
As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair. 

Sharspeare , 

The man that hath not music in himself, 

And is not mov'd with concord of .sweet sounds, 

Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils — 

Let no man trust him. 

Sharspeare. 



Untwisting all the chains that tie 
The hidden soul of harmony. 



Milton. 



Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould 
Breathe such divine, enchanting ravishment ? 

Milton's Comus. 
Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul, 
And lap it in Elysium. 

Milton's Comu* 

Music the fiercest grief can charm, 

And fate's severest rage disarm. 

Music can soften pain to ease, 

And make despair and madness please ; 

Our joys, below it can improve, 

And mtedate the bliss above. 

Popi. 

Music resembles poetry ; in each 

Are numerous graces which no methods teach, 

And which a master-hand alone can reach. 

Pope's; Essay on Criticism. 



416 



MUSIC -SINGING. 



Even rage itself is cheer'd with music 

It wakes a glad remembrance of our youth, 

Calls back past joys, and warms us into transport. 

Row* 

Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast, 
To soften rocks, and bend the knotted oak. 

CONGREVE 

Though cheerfulness and 1 have long been strangers, 
Harmonious sounds are still delightful to me : 
There 's sure no passion in the human soul 
But finds its food in music. 

LlLLO 

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds, 
And as the mind is pitch'd, the ear is pleas'd 
With melting airs or martial, brisk or grave. 
Some chord in unison with what we hear 
Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies. 

Cowper's Task. 

Sweet notes ! they tell of former peace, 

Of all that look'd so rapturous then ; — 
Now wither'd, lost — Oh ! pray thee, cease, 

I cannot hear those sounds again ! 



MoORR. 



Music ! Oh, how faint, how weak, 

Language fades before thy spell ! 
vVhy should feeling ever speak, 

When thou canst breathe her soul so well I 
Friendship's balmy words may pain, 

Love's are e'en more false than they — 
Oh! 'tis only music's strain 

Can sweetly soothe, and not betray ! 



Moore. 



Eler voice was like the warbling of a bird, 
So soft, so sweet, so delicately clear. 

Byron's Don Juan 



MUSIC -SINGING. 4H 

Tie hears, alas ! no music of the spheres, 
But. an unhallow'cL earthly sound of fiddling. 

Byron's Don Juaru 
In fact he has no singing education, 
An ignorant, noteless, timeless, tuneless fellow. 

Byron's Don Juan. 
The brazen trump, the spirit-stirring drum, 
That bids the foe defiance ere they come. 

Byron's Curse of Minerva. 
The dying night-breeze harping o'er the hills, 
Striking the strings of nature — rock and tree,— 
The best and earliest lyres of harmony, 
With echo for their chorus. 

Byron's Island. 
Her deep and thrilling song ^£ — 

Seem'd with its piercing melody to reach 

The soul, and in mysterious unison 

Blend with all thoughts of gentleness and love. 

SOUTHEY 

The bird retains his silver note, 

Though bondage chains his wing; 
His song is not a happy one — 
I'm saddest when I sing. 

J. H. Bayly 
Voices of melting tenderness, that blend 
With pure and gentle musings, till the soul, 
Commingling with the melody, is borne, 
Rapt and dissolv'd in ecstasy, to heaven. 

J. G. Percival 
Who loves not music still may pause to hark 
Nature's free gladness hymning in the lark ; — 
A^ sings the bird, sings Lucy ! all her art 
A voice in which you listen to a heart. 

The New Timoru 
Divine interpreter thou art, Oh Song ! 
To thee all secrets of all hearts belong ! 

The New Timon. 



MS MUSIC -SINGING 

See to the desk Apollo's sons repair : — 

Swift rides the rosin o'er the horse's hair ; 

In unison their various tones to tune, 

Murmurs the hautboy ; growls the hoarse bassoon \ 

In soft vibrations sighs the whispering lute ; 

Twang goes the harpsichord ; too-too, the flute ; 

Brays the loud trumpet ; squeaks the fiddle sharp ; 

Winds the French-horn ; and twangs the tingling harp. 

Rejected Addresst* 

Such sweet, such melting strains ! 
Their soft harmonious cadence rises now, 
And swells in solemn grandeur to its height ! 
Now sinks to mellow notes — now dies away — 
But leaves its thrilling memory on my ear ! 

Methodist Protestant* 

How sweetly sounds each mellow note 

Beneath the moon's pale ray, 
When dying zephyrs rise and float 

Like lovers' sighs away ! 

Mrs. Amelia B. Weijby 

And, as thy bright lips sung, they caught 

So beautiful a ray, 
That, as I gaz'd, I almost thought 

The spirit of thy lay 
Had left, while melting in the air, 
Its sweet expression painted there. 

Mrs. Amelia B. Weld* 

Orpheus himself might hang his lyre 

Upon the willows after this, 
Nor henceforth impiously aspire 

To lap the senses all in bliss ; 
For he, who heard that thrilling strain, 
Would find all other music vain. 

J. T Watson. 



NAME 419 



NAME. 



What 's in a name I That, which we call a rose, 
By any other name would smell as sweet. 

SlIAKSPEAJiS. 

Brutus and Caesar : what should be in Caesar ? 
Why should that name be sounded more than yours? 
Write them together, yours is as fair a name ; 
Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ; 
Weigh them, it is as heavy ; conjure with them, 
Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Csesar. 

Shakspea&e. 
What 's in the name of lord, that T should fear 
To bring my grievance to the public ear ? 

Churchill 
, Think not a coronet can hide • 

Assuming ignorance and pride ; 
By birth the name alone descends, 
Your honour on yourself depends. 

Gay's Fables. 

Who dares name guilt, and with it Pearcy's name ? 

The Tailors. 

Amos Cottle ! Phoebus ! what a name 
To fill the sounding trump of future fame! 

Byron's English Bards, fyc» 

1 have a passion for the name of " Mary," 

For once it was a magic sound to me, 
And still i* half calls up the realms of fairy, 
Where I beheld what never was to be. 

Byron's Don Juaru 
Appealing, by the magic of its name, 
To gentle feelings, and affections kept 
Wthin the heart, like gold. 

Miss L. E. Landon. 



420 § NATURE. 

Though the rose would be sweet were it not call'd a rose- 
Though evil, call'd good, would our peace still oppose — 
Though gall would be bitter, were honey its name — 
And a mouse, christen'd bear, wtere a mouse all the same , 
Yet, who has not felt the strong power of a word, 
The magic that thrills us, when some names are heard ! 

J. T Watson 



NATURE. 

How mean the order and perfection sought 
In the best product of the human thought, 
Compar'd to the great harmony that reigns 
In what the spirit of the world ordains. . 

Nature hath nothing made so base, but can 
Read some instruction to the wisest man. 



Priob 



Aleyn. 



First follow nature, and your judgment frame 
By her just standard, which is still the same ; 
Unerring nature, still divinely bright, 
One clear, unchanged, and universal light, 
Life, force, and beauty, must to all impart, 
At once the source, and end, and test of art. 

Pope's Essay on Criticism* 

Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, 
But looks thro' nature up to nature's God. 

Pope's Essay on Man, 

Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain 
These simple blessings of the lowly train ; 
To me more dear, congenial to my heart, 
One native charm, than all the gloss of art. 

Goldsmith's Deserted Village* 



NATURE 



421 



By forms unfachion'd, fresh from nature's hand. 



Goldsmith. 



Spontaneous joys, where nature has its play, 
Tile soul adopts, and owns their first-born sway. 



Goldsmith. 



Even from the tomb the voice of nature cries ; 
Even in our ashes live our wonted fires 



The daily labours of the bee 
Awake my soul to industry : 
Who can observe the careful ant, 
And not provide for future want ? 
My dog (the trustiest of his kind,) 
With gratitude inflames my mind; 
I mark his true and faithful way, 
And in my service copy Tray. 
In constancy and nuptial love, 
I learn my duty from the dove. 
The hen, who, from the chilly air* 
With pious wings protects her care, 
And every fowl that flies at large, 
Instructs me in a parent's charge. 

Pride often guides the author's pen, 
Books as affected are as men ; 
But he who studies nature's laws, 
From certain truth his maxims draws; 
And those, without our schools, suffice 
To make men moral, good and wise. 



Gray's Elegy t 



Gay's lableji 



Gay's Fabce* 



Tin, sounding cataract 
Haunted me like a passion ; the tall rock, 
The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, 
Their colours and their forms were then to me 
An appetite a feeling, and a love. 

Wordsworth 

36 



<f22 NECESSITY - NEGLECT - SLIGHT. 

Lovely indeed the mimic works of art, 
But Nature's works far lovelier. 

Cowpee's 7>m&. 
Thro' natuia's walk your curious way you take, 
Gaze on her glowing bow, her glittering flake, 
Her Spring's first cheerful green, her Autumn's last. 
Borne on the breeze, or dying in the blast. 
You climb the mountain's everlasting wall, 
You linger where the thunder-waters fall ; 
You love to wander by old ocean's side, 
And hold communion with its silver tide. 

Sprague's Curiosity. 
Go abroad 
Upon the paths of Nature, and, when all 
Its voices whisper, and its silent things 
Are breathing the deep beauty of the world 
Kneel at its simple altar. 



N. P. Willis 



'T is Nature moulds the touching face, 
'T is she that gives the living grace, 
The genuine charm that never dies, 
The modest air, the timid eyes, 
The stealing glance, that wins its way 
To where the soul's affections lay. 



J. K. Paulding, 



NECESSITY. — (See Destiny.) 



NEGLECT — SLIGHT. 

Full many a gem, of purest ray serene, 

The dark, unfathom'd caves of ocean bear ; 

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, 
And waste its sweetness on the desert air. 

Gray's Elegy. 



NEGLECT' - SLIGHT. 423 

An me ! ful] sorely is my heart forlorn, 

To think how modest worth neglected lies ; 
While partial fame doth with her hosts adorn 

Such deeds alone as pride and pomp disguise — 

Deeds of ill sort, and mischievous emprise. 

Shenstone. 

Be thou the first true merit to befriend ; 

His praise is lost, who waits till all commend. 



Pope. 



In this perverted age, 
Who most deserve, can't always most engage ; 
So far is worth from making glory sure, 
It often hinders what it should procure 

Change thou the first, nor wait thy lover's flight. 

Have I not manag'd my contrivance well, 

To try your love, and make you doubt of mine ? 



Young. 
Prior* 

Dryden. 



Come, come, 'twill not do ! put that purling brow down ; 
You can't, for the soul of you, learn how to frown. 

Henry Kirk White, 

V\i* curling lip, and scornful een. 

She listen'd to all he said, 
While the moon look'd down, and the twinkling sheen 

Of the stars is o'er them shed. 
My heart is wae for the luckless knight, 

His vows are scatter'd in air; 
Yqt pitiless is his lady bright, * 

And his prayer is a bootless prayer. 

S. P. Chase. 



434 NEWS 



NEWS 



The rabble gather round the man of news, 

And listen with their mouths wide open : 

Some tell, some hear, some judge of news, some ;nakc it 

And he that lies most loud, is most belie v'd. 

Drydes 
This folio of four pages, happy work, 
Which not e'en critics criticise ; that holds 
Inquisitive attention, while I read 
Fast bound in chains of silence, which the fair, 
Though eloquent themselves, yet fear to break. 

Cowper's Task 
The news ! our morning, noon, and evening cry, 
Day after day repeats it till we die. 
For this the cit, the critic, and the fop, 
Dally the hour away in Tonsor's shop ; 
For this the gossip takes her daily route, 
And wears your threshold and your patience out ; 
For this we leave the parson in the lurch, 
And pause to prattle on the way to church ; 
Even when some coffin' d friend we gather round, 
We ask " What news ?" — then lay him in the ground. 

Sprague's Curiosity 
The news ! — there scarcely is a word, I '11 venture hers 

to say, 
That o'er men's thoughts and fancies holds more universal 

sway ; 
The old, th*> young, the grave, the gay, the wealthy *uid 

the poor, 
All wish, on each succeeding day, to hear it o'er and o er, 
Though on each day 't is always chang'd from what it was 

before. 

J. T. Watson. 



NOVELS - ROMANCE, &c. 425 



NEWSPAPER. — (See Books.) 



NIGHT. — (See Day.) 



NOBILITY.— See Ancestry.^ 



NOTORIETY.— (See Fame.) 



NOVELS — ROMANCE 

Last scene of all, 
That >nds this strange, eventful history 



Shaxspearb 



He swore the world, as he could prove, 
Was made of righting and of love ; — 
Just so romances are ; for what else 
Is in them all, but love and battles ? 

Butler's Iludibras, 
Now fiction's groves we tread, where young romance 
Laps the glad senses in her sweetest trance. 

S Prague's Curiosity. 
She shuts the dear, dear book that made her weep, 
Puts out her light, and turns away to sleep. 

Spr ague's CAiriosity* 
The gorgeous pageantry of times gone by, — 

The tilt, the tournament, the vaulted hall, — 
Fades in its glory on the spirit's eye, 

And fancy's bright and gay creation — all 

Sink into dust, wher reason's searching glance 

Unmasks the age of knighthood and romance. 

S. L. Fairfield. 
36* 



fcfif NOVEL! Y - NUN - OATHS. 

['m not romantic, but, upon my word, 

There are some moments when one can't help feeling 
As if his heart's chords were so strongly stirr'd 

By things around him, that, 't is vain concealing, 
A little music in his soul still lingers, 
Whene'er its keys are tcuch'd by Nature's fingers. 

C. F. Hoffman 

NOVELTY. 

New customs, 
Though they be never so ridiculous, 
Nay, let them be unmanly, yet are follow'd. 

Shakspeare. 

All, with one consent, praise new-born gauds', 
Though they are made and moulded of things past. 

Shakspeare 
Papilla, wedded to her amorous spark, 
Sighs for the shades — " How charming is a park !" 
The pa*k is purchas'd, but the fair he sees 
All bath'd in tears — "O odious, odious trees !" 

Pope's Moral Essays. 
Of all the passions that possess mankind, 
The love of novelty rules most the mind ; 
In search of this, from realm to realm we roam, 
Our fleets come fraught with every folly home. 

FOOTB. 



NUN. — (See Hermit.) 



OATHS — SWEARING. 

T is not the many oaths that make the truth ; 
But the plain single vow that is vow'd true. 

Shakspeare. 



OBITUARY. 427 



It is great sin to swear unto a sin, 
But greater sin to keep a sinful oath. 

I will die a hundred thousand deaths, 
Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow 



Shakspeare. 



Shakspeare 



Oaths are but words, and words but wind, 
Too feeble instruments ic bind* 

Butler's Hudibras. 

He, that imposes an oifch, makes ' 
Not he, that for convenience takes it ; 
Then how can any man be said 
To break an oath he never made ? 

Butler's Hudibras. 

An oath is a recognizance to heaven, 

Binding us over in the courts above, 

To plead to the indictment of our crimes, 

That those who 'scape this world, should suffer there. 

Southern 
Jack was embarrass'd — never hero more, 
And, as he knew not what to say, — he swore. 

Byron's Island. 



.OBITUARY. 

Underneath this stone doth lie 
As much virtue as could die, 
Which, when alive, did vigour give 
To as much beauty as could live. 

Ben Jcnson. 

The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, 

The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, 

The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, 
No more shall wake them from their lowly bed. 

Gray's Elegy 



<38 OBITUARY. 

There Honour cornea, a pilgrim gray, 
To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; 
And Freedom shall awhile repair 
To dwell a weeping hermit there ! 

Each lonely scene shall thee restore, 
For thee the tear be duly shed ; 

BelQv'd, till life could charm no more, 
And mourn'd, till pity's self be dead ! 

How sleep the brave who sink to rest, 
With all their country's honour blest ! 

How lov'd, how honour'd once, avails thee not, 
To whom related, or by whom begot ; 
A heap of dust alone remains of thee — 
'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be ! 



Collins. 



Collins. 



Collins. 



Pope. 



What though no funeral pomp, no borrow'd tear, 

Your hour of death to gazing crowds may tell — 
No weeping friends attend your sable bier, 

Who sadly listen to the passing bell ! — 
Yet shall remembrance from oblivion's veil 

Relieve your scene, and sigh with grief sincere ; 
And soft compassion, at your tragic tale, 

In silent tribute pay her kindred tear. 

Falconer 

What though the mounds that mark'd each name, 

Beneath the wings of Time, 
Have worn away ? — Theirs is the fame 

Immortal and sublime ; 
For who can tread on Freedom's plain, 
Nor wake her dead to life again ? 

R. MoNTGOMERT 



OBITUARY. 



Without a groan, or sigh, or glance, to show 

.A parting pang, the spirit from her pass'd, 
And they, who watch'd her nearest, could not know 

Tir very instant, till the change that cast 
Her sweet face into shadow, dull and slow, 

Glared o'er her eyes. 

Byron's Don Juan. 
They fell devoted, but undying 
The very gale their name seem'd sighing. 
Their spirits wrapt the dusky mountain ; 
Their memory sparkled o'er the fountain ; 
The meanest rill, the mightiest river, 
RolPd mingling with their fame for ever !• 

Byron's Siege of Corinth. 
Brief, brave, and glorious, was his young career. 

Byron's Childe Harold* 
We tell thy doom without a sigh, 

For thou art Freedom's now, and Fame's ; 

One of the few, th' immortal names, 
That were not born to die ! 

FlTZ-GREEN HALLECK. 

Green be the turf above thee, 

Friend of my better days; 
None knew thee but to love thee, 

Nor nam'd thee but to praise e 

FlTZ-GREEN HALLECK. 

She liv'd as lives a peaceful dove, 

She died as blossoms die; I 

And now her spirit floats above, 

A seraph in the sky ! 

Mrs. Amelia B. Welby. 
Yet, shrin'd with many a sweet, sad thought, 

That lov'd one's memory lingers still; 
For O ! she left a void that nought 

But mournful thoughts can fill! 

Mrs. Amelia B Welbv 



430 



OBLIVION- OBSTINACY, &c. 



Pity for thee shall weep her fountains dry, 

Mercy for thee shall bankrupt all her store; 
Valour shall pluck a garland from on hi^h, 

And Honour twine the wreath thy temples o'er. 

Isaac Clasoh 
As the bird to its sheltering nest, 

When the storm on the hills is abroad, 
So her spirit hath flown from this world of unrest, 

To repose on the bosom of God. 

W. H. Burleigh 

But lately his cheek with life's crimson was flush'd, 
His voice was cheerful, health sat on his brow ; 

That cheek is now pallid, that voice now hush'd — 
He sleeps with the bones of his ancestors now ! 

J. T. Watsok 



OBLIVION. — (See Forgetfulness.) 



OBSTINACY — STUBBORNNESS. 



The slave of arrogance and pride, 
He has no hearing on the prudent side ; 
His still refuted quirks he still repeats, 
New-rais'd objections with new quibbles meets J 
Till, sinking in the quicksand he defends, 
Fie dies, disputing, and the contest ends. 



COWPEB. 



^et them pull all about mine ears ; present me 
Death on the wheel, or at wild horses' heels ; 
Or pile ten hills on the Tarpeian, 
That the precipitation might down-stretch 
Below the beam of sight — yet still will I 
Be thus to them. 

SlJAKSPJCAJStli. 



OCEAN -SEA. 43) 

Yon may as well go stand upon a beach, 

And bid the main flood bate his usual height; 

You may as well use question with the wolf, 

Why he hath made the ewe bleat for the lanm; 

You may as well bid the mountain pines 

To wag their high tops, and to make no noise, 

When they are fretted with the guscs of heaven ; 

You may as well do any thing most ha A *d, 

As seek to soften that (than which what's harder ?) — 

His Jewish heart. 

Shakspeark 

For if she will, she will — you may depend on 'u 
And if she won't, she won't — so there 's an end on 't. 



OCEAN — SEA. 

Ocean ! thou dreadful and tumultuous home 
Of dangers, at eternal war with man, 
Wide opening and loud roaring still for more ! 
Too faithful mirror ! how dost thou reflect 
The melancholy face of human life ! 

Young's Xignt ilioaghti 

Roll on, thou dark and deep blue Ocean — roll! 

Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; 
Man marks the earth with ruin — his control 

Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain 

The wrecks are all thy deeds, nor doth remain 
A. shadow of man's ravage, save his own, 

When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, 
He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, 
Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown ! 

Byron's Childe Harold, 



132 OCEAN - SEA. 

Once more upon the waters ! yet once more, 
And the wav^s bound beneath me, as a steed 
That knows his rider! 

Byron's Childe Harold* 
O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, 
Our thoughts as boundless, and our homes as free. 
Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam. 
Behold our empire and survey our home ! 

Byron s Corsair 
Oh ! who can tell, save he whose heart ham met*, 
And danc'd in triumph o'er the waters wide, 
The exulting sense — the pulse's maddening play, 
That thrills the wanderer of the trackless way ! 

Byron's Corsair, 
The polish'd mirror of the lake, 
In which the deep .reflected sky appears, 
A aim, sublime immensity below. 



Carlos Wilcox. 



Like an eagle caged I pine, 

On this dull, unchanging shore ; 

Oh ! give me the flashing brine, 
The spray, and the tempest's roar I 



The sea ! the sea ! the open sea ! 

The blue, the fresh, the ever free ! 

"Without a mark, without a bound, 

It runneth the earth's wide region round ; 

It plays with the clouds ; it mocks the sk.es , 

Or like a cradled creature lies. 

Barry Cornwall (Proctoe). 
Thou boundless, shining, glorious sea ! 
With ecstasy I gaze on thee ; 
And, as I gaze, thy billowy roll 
Wakes the deep feelings of my soul! 

From the German 



OFFENCE. 438 

Old Ocean's grey and melancholy waste. 

W. C. BRYANr 

L too, have be3n upon thy rolling breast, 

Wildest of waters ! 1 have seen thee lie 
Calm, as an infant pillow'd in its rest 

On a fond mother's bosom, when the sky, 

Not smoother, gave the deep its azure dye, 
Till a new heaven was arch'd and glass'd below. 

J. G. Percivai. 
For every wave, with dimpled face, 

That leap'd upon the air, 
Had caught a star in its embrace. 

And held it trembling there! 

Mrs. Amelia B. Welot 



OFFENCE. 

In such a time as this, it is not meet 

That every nice offence should bear its comment. 

Shakspeare 

What is my offence ? 
Where is the evidence that doth accuse me ? 
What lawful 'quest have given this verdict up 
Unto the frowning judge? 

Shakspeabb* 
If my offence be of such mortal kind, 
That neither service past, nor present sorrows, 
Nor purpos'd merit in futurity, 
Can ransom me into his love again, 
But to know so much be my benefit ; 
So shall I clothe me in a fdrc'd content, 
And shut myself up in some other course 

To fortune's alms. 

Shaksfeam. 
3T 



134 OFFICE. 

The very Lead and front of my offending 
Hath this extent, no more. 

Shaksfear* 

For, well you know, we of th' offending side 
Must keep aloof from strict arbitrament ; 
And stop all sight-holes, every loop, from whence 
The eye of reason may pry in upon us. 

Shakspeahe. 
All 's not offence that indiscretion finds, 
And dotage terms so. 

Shakspeark* 
He hath wrong'd his queen, but still he is her lord ; 
He hath wrong'd my sister, still he is my brother ; 
He hath wrong'd his people, still he is their sovereign. 
And I must be his friend, as well as subject : — 
He must not perish thus 

Byron's Sardanapalm. 



OFFICE. 

To hold a place 
In council, which was once esteem'd an honour, 
And a reward for virtue, hath quite lost 
Lustre and reputation, and is made 
A mercenary purchase. 

Massinger. 

When impious men bear sway, 
The post of honour is a private station. 

Addisoh 

The seals of office glitter in his eyes ; 

He climbs, he pants, he grasps them ; at his heels, 

Close at his heels, a demagogue ascends, 

And. with a dexterous jerk, soon twists him down, 

And wins them but to lose them in his turn. 

OOWFWL 



OLD AGE -OPINION 436 

Why, look around, 
And count, if possible, the pamper'd numbers, 
Who fatten on the state : they are the men, 
Who, if they find a man too honourable 
To be a fellow-gleaner of the spoils, 
When faction's sickle sweeps the public wealth, 
Lift up their angry voices to the crowd, 
And breathe around their pestilential breath, 
Till virtue's self is tainted by the touch. 

Dawes' Jlthenia of Damascus* 
And here and there some stern, high patriot stood, 
Who could not get the place for which he sued. 

Byron's Don Juan- 



OLD AGE. — (See Age.) 



OPINION. 

Opinion's but a fool, that makes us scan 
The outward habit by the inward man. 



Shakspeare. 



Opinion is that high and mighty dame 

Which rules the world, and in the mind doth frame 

Distastes or likings ; for, in human race, 

She makes the fancy various as the face, 

HOV/EL. 

Let not opinion make thy judgment err ; 
The evening conquest crowns the conqueror. 

Lady Alimony 
Opinionators naturally differ 
From other men ; as wooden legs are stiffer 
Than those of pliant joints, to yield and bow, 
Which way soe'er they are design'd to go. 

Butler's Hudibra$. 



136 OPPORTUNITY, 

Opinion governs all mankind, 
Like the blind leading of the blind ; 
For he that has no eyes in 's head, 
Must be b' a dog glad to be led. 

Butler's Hudibras 

And nothing 's so perverse in nature, 
As a profound opinionator. 

Butler's Hudibras 

We all, my lords, have err'd : 
Men may, I find, be honest, though they differ. 

Thomson 

OPPORTUNITY. 

There is a tide in the affairs of men, 

Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune ; 

Omitted, all the voyage of their life 

Is bound in shallows and in miseries. 

On such a full sea are we now afloat, 

And we must take the current w T hen it serves, 

Or lose our ventures. 

SlIAKSPEARE, 

A little fire is, quickly trodden out, 

Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench. 

Shakspearf. 
The means that heaven yields must be embrac'd, 
And not neglected ; else, if heaven would, 
And we will not, heaven's offers we refuse, 
The proffer'd means of succour and redress. 

Shakspearb. 
Accursed opportunity ! 
The midwife and the bawd to all our vices : 
That work'st our thoughts into desires ; desires 
To resolutions ; and these being ripe and quicken'd, 
Thou giv'st them birth, and bring'st them forth to action, 

Denham 



OPPRESSION - TYRANNY. 437 



OPPRESSION — TYRANNY. 

Oh, it is excellent 
To have a giant's strength ; but it is tyrannous 
To use it like a giant 

Shakspeare. 
He hath no Iriends, but who are friends for fear, 
Who, in his drearest need, will fly from him. 

Shakspeakk. 
And many an old man's sigh, and many a widow's, 
And many an orphan's water-standing eye — 
Men for their sons', wives for their husbands' fate, 
And orphans for their parents' timeless death — 
Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born. 

Shakspeare. 
'Twixt kings and tyrants there 's this difference known, 
Kings seek their subjects' good, tyrants their own. 

Herrick. 
So spake the fiend, and with necessity, 
The tyrant's plea, excused his devilish deeds. 

Milton's Paradise Lost. 
When force invades the gift of nature, life, 
The eldest law of nature, bids defence ; 
And if in that defence a tyrant fall, 
His death 's his crime, not ours. 

Dryden. 
I am told thou call'st thyself a king ; 
Know, if thou art one, that the poor have rights ; 
And power, in all its pride, is less than justice. 

Aaron Hull. 
Where, alas, 
Is innocence * secure ? Rapine and spoil 
Haunt e'er the lowest deeps : seas have their sharks; 
Rners and ponds enclose the ravenous pike, 
And he 's in turn th' amphibious otter's prey. 

Somervile's Cha*e* 
37 * 



438 ORATOR. 

Shall we resign 
Our hopes, renounce our rights, forget our wrongs, 
Because an impotent lip beneath a crown 
Cries, " Be it so ?" 

Sir A. Hunt 

Th' oppressive, sturdy, man-destroying villains, 
Who ravag'd kingdoms, and laid empires waste, 
And, in a cruel wantonness of power, 
Thinn'd states of half their people, and gave up 
To want the rest. 

Blair's Giave. 

Think'st thou there is no tyranny but that 

Of blood and chains? The despotism of vice — 

The weakness and the wickedness of luxury — 

The negligence, the apathy, the evils 

Of sensual sloth — produce ten thousand tyrants, 

Whose delegated cruelty surpasses 

The worst acts of one energetic master, 

However harsh and hard in his own bearing. 

Byron's Sardanapalus* 

To trample on all human feelings, all 
Ties which bind man to man, to emulate 
The fiends, who will one day requite them in 
Variety of torturing. 

Byron's Two Foscari. 

Tyranny 's the worst of treasons. The prince, who 
Neglects or violates his trust, is more 
A brigand than the robber-chief. 

Byron's Two Foscart 



ORATOR. — (See Eloquence.) 



ORDER -PAIN 



ORDER. 



Order, thou eye of action ! wanting thee, 
Wisdom works hoodwink'd in perplexity , 
Entangled reason trips at every pace, 
And truth, bespotted, puts on error's face. 

Aaron Hill. 
Order is heaven's first law ; and this confessed, 
Some are-, and must be, greater than the rest. 

Pope's Essay on Man, 



PAIN. 



The poor beetle, that we tread upon, 
In corporal suffering feels a pang as great 
As when a giant dies. 

Shakspeare. 
Our pains are real things, and all 
Our pleasures but fantastical ; 
Diseases of their own accord, 
But cures come difficult and hard. 

Butler's Hudibras. 

And heard the everlasting yawn confess 
The pain, the misery of idleness. 



Pope 



Again the play of pain 
Shoots o'er his features, as the sudden gust 
Crisps the reluctant lake, that lay so calm 
Beneath the mountain shadow. 



Byron. 



- 
A saint had cried out, 

Even with tne crown of glory in his eyes, 

At such inhuman artifice of pain 

As was forced on him. 

Byron's Two Foscarv 



440 PAINTING - PORTRAIT. 



PAINTING — PORTRAIT. 

Good heaven ! that sots and knaves should be so vain, 
To wish their vile remembrance may remain ! 
And stand recorded, at their own request, 
To future days, a libel or a jest. 

Dryden 

H^re fabled chiefs, in darker ages born, 
Or worthies old, whom arms or arts adorn, 
Who cities raised, or tamed a monstrous race, 
The walls in venerable order grace : 
Heroes in animated marble frown, 
And legislators seem to think in stone. 

Pope's Temple of Fame 
All that imagination's power could trace, 
Breath'd in the Pencil's imitative grace ; 

O'er all the canvas, form, and soul, and feeling, 
That wondrous art infus'd with power of life ; 

Portray'd each pulse, each passion's might revealing, 
Sorrow and joy, life, hatred, fear, and strife. 

From the Spanish 

This is the pictured likeness of my love : 

How true to life ! It seems to breathe and move ; 

Fire, love, and sweetness o'er each feature melt ; 

The face expresses all the spirit felt ; 

Here, while I gaze within those large, dark eyes, 

I almost see the living spirit rise ; 

While lights and shadows, all harmonious, glow, 

And heavenly radiance settles on that brow. 

And then that mouth ! — how tranquil its depose ! 

Sleeping in fragrance, like a sleeping rose ; 

It seems the ruby gate of love and bliss, 

Just form'd to murmur sighs, to smile, and kiss ! 

Mrs. Amelia B. Wblby. 



PASSIONS - FEELING. 44 J 

His pencil was striking, resistless and grand ; 
'His manners were gentle, complying, and bland ; 
Still born to improve us in every part, 
His pencil our faces, his manners our heart. 

Goldsmith's Retaliation 



PARASITE. — (See Courtier.) 



PARENTS. — (See Father.) 



PARTING. — (See Adieu.) 



PASSIONS— FEELING. 

Passions are liken'd best to floods and streams ; 

The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb; 
So, when affection yields discourse, it seems 

The bottom is but shallow whence they come. 

Sir Walter Raleigh. 
A little fire is quickly trodden out, 
Which, being sufTer'd, rivers cannot quench. 



Affection is a coal that must be cool'd, 
Else, sufTer'd, it will set the heart on fire. 



Shakspeare- 



Shakspeare 



As fruits, ungrateful to the planter's care, 
On savage stocks inserted, learn to bear, 
The surest virtues thus from passions shoot, 
Wild nature's vigour working at the root. 

Pope's Essay on Man. 



Pon. 



442 PASSIONS - FEELING. 

The ruling passion, be it what it will, 
The ruling passion conquers reason still. 

Like mighty rivers, with resistless force 
The passions rage, obstructed in their course, 
Swell to new heights, forbidden paths explore, 
And drown those virtues which they fed before. 

Pope. 
The worst of slaves is he whom passion rules. 

Brooke. 
When headstrong passion gets the reins of reason, 
The force of nature, like too strong a gale, 
For want of ballast, oversets the vessel. 

HlGGONS. 

While passions glow, the heart, like heated steel, 
Takes each impression, and is worked at pleasuze 

Young's Busiris. 
Then shall the fury Passions tear, 

The vultures of the mind ; — 
Disdainful Anger, pallid Fear, 

And Shame, that skulks behind; 
Or pining Love shall waste their youth, 
Or Jealousy, with rankling tooth, 

That inly gnaws the secret heart ; 
And Envy wan, and faded Care, 
Grim-visag'd, comfortless Despair, 

And Sorrow's piercing dart 



Gray 



His soul, like bark with -udder lost, 
On passion's changeful tide was toss'd » 
Nor vice nor virtue had the power 
Beyond the impression of the hour : — 
And, Oh, when passion rules, how rare 
The hours that fall to virtue's share ! 



Scott' Rokeby 



PASSIONS - FEELING 443 

How terrible is passion ! how our reason 
Fal k down before it, while the tortur'd frame, 
Like a ship dash'd by fierce encountering tides, 
And of her pilot spoil'd, drives round and round, 
The sport of wind and wave, 

Barforp's Virgin Queen* 
The passions are a numerous crowd, 
Imperious, positive, and loud. 

O, how the passions, insolent and strong", 
Bear our weak minds their rapid course along; 
Make us the madness of their will obey ; 
Then die, and leave us to our griefs a prey ! 



Crabbe 



Mrs. Robinson 



Byron 



Ah ! within my bosom beating, 

Varying passions wildly reign ; 
Love, with proud resentment meeting, 

Throbs, by turn, with joy and pain! 

As rolls the ocean's changing tide, 
So human passions ebb and flow. 

The keenest pangs the wretched find 

Are rapture to the dreary void, 
The leafless desert of the mind, 
The waste of feelings unemploy'd. 

Byron's Giaour, 
The cold in clime are cold in blood, 

Their love can scarce deserve the name . 
But mine was like the lava-flood 
That boils in Etna's breast of flame. 

Byron's Giaour, 
For on his brow the swelling vein 
Throbb'd, as if back upon his brain 
The lot blood ebb'd and flow'd again. 

Boron's Panama 



t44 PASSIONS - FEELING. 

There are some feelings time cannot benumb. 

Byron's Childe Harold 
An empire thou couldst crush, command, rebuild, 
But govern not thy pettiest passion. 

Byron's Childe Harold, 
Admire — exult — despise — laugh — weep — for here 
There is much matter for all feeling. 

Byron's Childe Harold. 
My passions were all living serpents, and 
Twin'd, like the gorgons, round me. 

Byron's Werner 
It was not strange ; for in the human breast 
Two master passions cannot co-exist. 

Campbell. 
The wildest ills that darken life 
Are rapture to the bosom's strife; 
The tempest, in its blackest form, 
Is beauty to the bosom's storm. 

J. W. Eastburne 
And underneath that face, like summer's ocean's, 

Its lip as noiseless, and its cheek as clear. 
Slumbers a whirlwind of the heart's emotions, 

Love — hatred — pride — hope — sorrow — all, save fear. 

FlTZ-GREEN HALLECK 

But, all in vain, to thought's tumultuous flow 

1 strive to give the strength of glowing words ; 
The waves of feeling, tossing to and fro, 

In broken music o'er my heart's loose chords, 
Give but their fainting echoes from my soul, 
As thro' its silent depths their wild, swift currents roll. 

Mrs. Amelia B Welbi 
Tis chainless as the mountain tide, 

That its resistless way doth force, 
O er crags and cliffs on either side, 

Right onward in its headlong course. 

J. T. Wat** 



PATIENCE - PATRIOTISM - PEACE. 445 



PATIENCE. — (See Impatience.) 



PA T R 1 1 1 S M. — (See Country,* 



PEACE. 



Now is the winter of our discontent 
Made glorious summer by this sun of York ; 
And all the clouds, that lower'd upon our house, 
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. 

Shakspears 

In peace, there 's nothing so becomes a man 
As modest stillness and humility. 

Shakspearb, 

The trenchant blade, Toledo trusty, 
For want of fighting was grown rusty, 
And ate into itself, for lack 
Of somebody to hew and hack. 

Butler's Hudibras, 

Oh, peace ! thou source and soul of social life ; 
Beneath whose calm, inspiring influence 
Science his view enlarges, Art refines, / 

And swelling Commerce opens all her ports ; 
Blest be the man divine who gave us thee ! 

Thomson 

Now no more the drum 
Provokes to arms, or trumpet's clangour shrill 
Affrights tfo° wives, or chills the virgins' blood 5 
But joy and pleasure open to the view 

Uninterrupted. 

Philips' Cider* 
38 



I *> FEASANT -PEDIGREE -PERFECTION 

Oh ! there were hours when thrilling" joy repaid 

A long, ionir course of darkness, doubts, and fears - 
The heartsick faintness of the hope delay'd, 

Thf waste, the woes, the bloodshed, and the tears, 
That track'd with terror twenty rolling years ! 

Scott's Lotd of the hh% 
Peace is the bounteous goddess who bestows 
Weddings, and holidays, and joyous feasts, 
Relations, friends, health, plenty, social comforts, 
And pleasures which alone make life a blessing. 

Cumberland's Philemon, 



FEASANT. — (See Blacksmith.) 



PEDIGREE. — (See Ancestry.) 



PERFECTION 

To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, 

To throw a perfume on the violet, 

To smooth the ice, or add another hue 

Unto the rainbow, or with taper light 

To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, 

Is wasteful and ridiculous excess. 

Shakspearb- 
Nature in her productions, slow, aspires 
Bi just degrees to reach perfection's height. 

Somervile's Chase. 
So slow 
The growth of what is excellent; so hard 
T 1 attain perfection in this nether world. 

Cowper's Task* 



PERIL -PERSEVERANCE, &c. 447 

Oh ! she was perfect past all parallel. 

Byron's Don Juaru 
I have been often dazzled by the blaze 
Of sunlike beauty ; but, till now, ne'er knew 
Perfected loveliness — all the harmonies 
Of form, of feeture, and of soul, display 'd 
In one bright creature. 

S. P. Chase, 



PERIL. — (See Danger.) 



PERSEVERANCE. — (See Idleness.) 



PHILANTHROPY. — (See Kindness.) 



PHILOSOPHY. 

£ pray thee, peace ; I will be flesh and blood ; 
For there was never yet philosopher 
That could endure the toothache patiently , 
However they have writ the style of gods, 
And made a pish at chance and sufferance. 

Shakspearb 

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, 

Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. 

Shakspearr 

How charming is divine Philosophy ! 

Not harsh and crabbed as dull fools suppose, 

But musical as is Apollo's lute, 

And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, 

Where no crude surfeit reigns. 

Milton's Comu* 



448 PHRENOLOGY. 

Philosophy consists not 
In airy schemes, or idle speculations : 
The rule and conduct of all social life 
Is her great province* 



Thomson 



Alas ! had reason ever yet the power v 

To talk down grief, or bid the tortur'd wretch 
Not feel his anguish ? 'T is impossible ! 

Whitehead 

Divine philosophy ! by whose pure light 
We first distinguish, then pursue the right ; 
Thy power the breast from every error frees, 
And weeds out all its vices by degrees. 

Gifford's Juvent* 

Oh, who, that has ever had rapture complete, 

Would ask how we feel it, or why it is sweet ? 

How rays are confus'd, or how particles fly 

Through the medium refln'd of a glance or a sigh ? 

Is there one, who but once would not rather have known it 

Than written, like Harvey, whole volumes upon it ? 

Moo&c 

Sublime Philosophy! 
Thou art the patriarch's ladder, reaching heaven, 
And bright with beckoning angels ; out, alas ! 
We see thee, like the patriarch, but in dreams, 
By the first step, dull slumbering on the earth. 

Bulwer's Richelieu. 



PHRENOLOGY. 

For of the soul the body form doth take ; 

For so ul is form, and doth the body make. 

Spenser. 



PHYSICIAN -PITY, &c 449 

In vain we fondly -strive to trace 

The soul's reflection in the face ; 

In vain we dwell on lines and crosses, 

Crooked mouths, or short proboscis. 

Boobies have look'd as wise and bright 

As Plato or the Stagyrite; 

And many a sage and learned skull 

Has peep'd through windows dark and dull. 

Moors. 
And yet, m spite of ridicule, and all 

The wit, which, Bumpo says, so often stirs him, 
Unless upon one's head a Combe may fall, 
A sharper and a Fowler thing than Gall 

Be-Grimes him Savage-ly, and sorely Spurz-h(e)im. 

J. T. Watson 



PHYSICIAN. — (See Disease.) 



PITY.— -(See Forgiveness.) 



PLEASURE. — (See Enjoyment.) 



POET — POETRY, 

The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, 

Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heayen , 

And, as imagination bodies forth 

The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen 

Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing 

A local habitation and a name. 

Shakspears. 
38* 



I5( POET -POETRY. 

I 'd rather be a kitten, and cry, mew, 

Than one of those same metre ballad-mongers. 

Shakspeare. 

/ Who first found out that curse, 

T' imprison and confine his thoughts in verse, 
To hang so dull a clog upon the wit, 
And make his reason to his rhyme submit. 

Butler. 
As wine, that with its own weight luns, is best, 
And counted much more noble than the rest, 
So is the Poetry, whose generous strains 
Flow without servile study, art, or pains. 

Butler. 
But those, that write in rhyme, still make 
The one verse for the other's sake ; 
For one for sense, and one for rhyme, 
I think 's sufficient at one time. 

Butler's Hudibras 

And rhyme the rudder- is of verses, 

With which, like ships, they steer their courses. 

Butler's Hudibras 
Read, meditate, reflect, grow wise — in vain ; 

Try every help, force fire from every spark ; 
Yet shall you ne'er the poet's power attain, 

If heaven ne'er stamp'd you with the muses' mark. 

Aaron Hill, 
Then, rising with Aurora's light. 
The muse invok'd, sit down to write. 
Blot out correct, insert, refine, 
Enlarge, diminish, interline ; 
Be mindful, when invention fails, 
To scratch your head, and bite your nails. 

Dean Swift. 
Thou source of all my bliss, of all my woe, 
Thou found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so ! 

Goldsmith. 



POET -POETRY. 451 

A. needless Alexandrine ends the song, 

That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along. 

Pope's Essay on Criticism 
Ever copious Dryden wanted, or forgot, 
The last and greatest art — the art to blot. 

Pope's Essay on Criticism* 
Married to immortal verse, 
Such as meeting souls may pierce, 
In notes of many a winding bout, 
In linked sweetness long drawn out. 



There is a pleasure in poetic pains, 
That none but poets know. 



Milton, 



Wordsworth* 



And I have felt 
A passion that disturb'd me with the joy 
Of elevated thoughts ; a sense sublime 
Of something far more deeply interpos'd, 
Whose dwelling is the light of setting sun, 
And the round ocean, and the living air, 
And the blue sky, and on the mind of man. 

Wordsworth. 
'Tis long disputed, whether poets claim 
From art or nature their best right to fame ; 
But art, if not enrich'd by nature's vein, 
And a rude genius of uncultur'd strain, 
Are useless both ; but when in friendship join'd, 
A mutual succour in each other find. 

Francis' Horace. 

But he, the bard of every age and clime, 
Of genius fruitful, and of soul sublime, 
Who, from the glowing mint of fancy, pours 
No spurious metal, fused from common ores, 
But gold, to matchless purity refin'd, 
And stamp'd with all the godhead in his mind. 

Gifford's Juvenal 



452 POET -POETRY. 

A theme well fitted to inspire 
The purest frenzy of poetic fire. 

Joel Barlow 
But which deserves the laurel, rhyme or blank ? 
Which holds on Helicon the highest rank ? — 
Let squabbling critics by themselves dispute 
This point, as puzzling as a Chancery suit, 

Byron's Imitations. 
Oh ! how I hate the nerveless, frigid song, 
The ceaseless echo of the rhyming throng ; 
Whose labour'd lines in chilling numbers flow, 
To paint a pang the author ne'er can know ! 



Many are poets who have never penn'd 
Their inspiration. 



Byron. 



Byron, 



Not a stone on their turf, or a line on their graves, 
But they live by the verse that immortally saves. 

Byron's Siege of Corinth. 
In liquid lines, mellifluously bland. 

Byron's Don Juan. 
To whom the lyre and laurels have been given, 
With all the trophies of triumphant song — 
He won them well, and may he wear them long ! 

Byron's Don Juan 
Over the harp, from earliest years belov'd, 
He threw his fingers hurriedly, and tones 
Of melancholy beauty died away, 
Upon its strings of sweetness. 



He touch'd his harp, and nations heard, entranc'd ; 
As some vast river of unfailing source, 
Rapid, exhaustless, deep, his numbers flow'd, 
And oped new feelings in the human heart. 

Pollok's Course of Time. 



POET -POETRY. 463 

'Tis not the chime and flow of words, that move 
In measur'd file, and metrical array : 
'T is not the union of returning sounds, 
Nor all the pleasing artifice of rhyme, 
And quantity, and accent. 

J. G. Percival. 

He pour'd his heart's full affluence in song, 
And good and bad went reconciPd together. 

Dawes' Geraldine* 
As nightingales do upon glow-worms feed, 
So poets live upon the living light 
Of nature and of beauty, — 
Feeding their souls upon the soft, and sweet, 
And delicate imaginings of song. 

Bailey's Festus 
Immortal bard ! thy name shall be enroll'd 

Among the first to claim the poet's crown ; 
Thy fame the archives of the world unfold, 
And future times shall tell of thy renown. 

Sherburne, on Byron, 
Where sense with sound, and ease with weight, combine 
In the pure silver of Pope's ringing line ; 
Or where the pulse of man beats loud and strong, 
In the frank flow of Dryden's lusty song. 

The New Timon* 
But it was love that taught me rhyme, 

And it was thou that taught me love ; 
And if I in this idle chime 

Of words a useless sluggard prove, 
It was thine eyes the habit nurs'd, 
And in their light I learn 'd it first. 

C. F. Hoffman. 
And, long as poetry shall charm mankind, 
His flowing numbers will admirers find. 

J. T. Watson. 



t54 POETRY - POLITENESS - POLITICS. 

Whose song gush'd from his heart 

As showers from the clouds of summer. 
Or tea 1 ^ from the eyelids start. 

H. W. Longfellow 



POETRY. — (See Poet.) 



POLITENESS. — (See EmuEm.) 



POLITICS. 

A politician, Proteus-like, must alter 
His face and habit ; and, like water, seem 
Of the same colour that the vessel is 
That doth contain it, varying his form, 
With the chameleon, at each object's change. 

Mason. 
Dull rogues affect the politician's part, 
And learn to nod, and smile, and shrug with art; — 
Who nothing has to lose, the war bewails ; 
And he, who nothing pays, at taxes rails. 

CONGREVE. 

Your politicians 
Have evermore a taint of vanity ; 
As hasty still to show and boast a plot, 
As they are greedy to contrive it. 

Sir W. Davenant. 
All would be deem'd, e'en from the cradle, fit 
To rule in politics, as well as wit ; 
The grave, the gay, the fopling, and the dunce, 
Start up (God bless us !) statesmen all at once ! 

Cmmemuu 



POPULARITY - PORTRAIT, &c. 455 

Who's in or out, who moves the grand machine, 
Nor stirs mj curiosity nor spleen ; 
Secrets of state no more I wish to know, 
Than secret movements of a puppet-show : 
Let but the puppets move, I 've my desire, 
Unseen the hand that guides the master wire. 

Churchill, 



POPULARITY. — (See Applause.) 



PORTRAIT. — (See Painting.) 



POVERTY. — (See Indigence.) 



POWER. — (See Greatness.) 



PRAISE. — (See Flattery.) 



PRAYER — RELIGION — VIRTUE. 

How far the little candle throws his beams ! 
So shines a good deed in a naughty world. __ 

Shakspeari 

Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal 
. ^ I serv'd my king, he would not, in mine age, 
?fidJ!\$ & Have left me*to mine enemies. 

Shakspe ab & 

Each must, in virtue, strive for to excel ; 

The man lives twice, who lives the first life well, 

Heurick. 



450 PRAYER -RELIGION -VIRTUE. 

Shall ignorance of good and ill 
Dare to direct th' eternal will? 
Seek virtue ; and, of that possess'd, 
To Providence resign the rest. 

Gay's Fables. 

His pure thoughts were borne 
Like fumes of sacred incense o'er the clouds, 
And wafted thence on angels' wings, through ways 
Of light to the bright Source of all. 

CoNGREVB. 

For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, 
And though a late, a sure reward succeeds. 

Congreve's Mourning Bride 

Virtue may be assail'd, but never hurt ; 
Surpris'd by unjust force, but not enthrall'd ; 
Yet even that, which mischief meant most harm, 
Shall in the happy trial prove most glory. 

Milton's Comus. 
hen to be good is to be happy ; angels 
Are happier than mankind, because they 're better. 

Rowe. 
He patient show'd us the wise course to steer, 
A candid censor, and a friend sincere ; 
He taught us how to Uve ; and (Oh ! too high 
The price of knowledge) taught us how to die. 

Tickell, on the Death of Jlddisoru 

Sure the last end 

Of the good man is peace ! — how calm his exit ! 

Night-dews fall not more gently to the ground, 

Nor weary, worn-out winds expire so soft ! 

Blair's Grave, 

What nothing earthly gives or can destroy, 

The soul's calm sunshine, and the heartfelt joy, 

Is virtue's prize. 

Pope's Essay on Man. 



>P 



PRAYER - RELIGION - VIRTUE. 457 

Know then this truth, (enough for man to know,* 
Virtue alone is happiness below. 

Pope's Essay on Man. 
She points the arduous height where glory lies, 
A.nd teaches mad ambition to be wise. 

Pope. 

Beside the bed where parting life was laid, 
And sorrow, guilt, and pain by turns dismay'd, 
The reverend champion stood. At his control, 
Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul : 
Comfort came down, the trembling wretch to raise, 
And his last, faltering accents whisper' d praise. 

Goldsmith's Deserted Village* 
Virtue on herself relying, 

Every passion hush'd to rest, 
Loses every pain of dying 

In the hope of being blest. 



GOLDSMITH, 



Virtue in itself commands its happiness, 
Of every outward- object independent. 



Francis 



Virtue 
Stands like the sun, and all which rolls around 
Drinks life, and light, and glory, from her aspect. 



Byron 



And let not this seem strange ; the devotee 
Lives not on earth, but in his ecstasy ; 
Around him days and worlds are heedless driven, 
His *oul is gone, before his dust, to heaven. 

Byron's Island 
— While he lives, 
To know no bliss but that which virtue gives ; 
And when he dies, to leave a lofty name, 
A light, a landmark on the ci'fTs of fame. 

Moore's Lalla Roakk* 

39 



458 PREFERMENT - PRESS - PRESUMPTION 

Count life by virtues — these will last 

When life's lame-footed race is o'er ; 
And these, when earthly joys are past, 

Shall cheer us on a brighter shore. 

Mrs. S. J. Hal* 



PREFERMENT. 

For places in the court are but like beds 
In the hospital, where this man's head lies 
At that man's foot, and so lower and lower. 

'T is the curse of service : 
Preferment goes by letter and affection, 
Not by the old gradation, when each second 
Stood heir to the first. 

If on the sudden he begins to rise, 

No man that lives can count his enemies. 



Webster, 



Shakspeare. 



MlDDLETON. 



All preferment, 
That springs from sin and lust, shoots quictdy up, 
As gard'ners' crops do in the rottenest grounds. 

MlDDLETON. 



PRESS. — (See Books. 



PRESUMPTION. 

i was indeed delirious in my heart, 
To lift my love so lofty as thou art ; 
Tha* thou wert beautiful, and I not blind, 
Hath been my sin. 



Byrow 



PRIDE -VANITY. 458 

If 't is presumption for a wretch condemned 
To throw himself beneath his judges' feet, — 
A ooldness more than this I never knew. 

Dryden. 

But think not, because at your words I ne'er frown, 
That I'll ever one spark of regard to you lend : 

We smile at the sallies and jokes of a clown, — 
But we think not of making the fellow our friend. 

J. T. Watsom. 



PRIDE — VANITY, 

Man, proud man, 
Dress'd in a little brief authority, 
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, 
As make the angels weep. 

Shakspeare. 

One whom the music of his own vain tongue 
Doth ravish like enchanting harmony. 

Shakspeare. 

Of all the causes which conspire to blind 
ManVerring judgment, and mislead the mind, 
What the weak head with strongest bias rules, 
Is Pride ~ that never-failing vice of fools. 

Pope's Essay on Criticism* 

Here beggar pride defrauds her daily cheer, 
To boast one splendid banquet once a year. 

Goldsmith's Traveller. 
Here vanity assumes her pert grimace. 

Goldsmith's Traveller* 
Though the rock of my last hope is shiver'd, 

And its fragments are sunk in the wave, 
Though I feel that my soul is deliver'd 
To pain — it shall not be its slave. 

Byron. 



460 PRISON -PRISONER, &c. 

And with stern patience, scorning weak complaint, 
Hardens his heart against assailing want. 

Byron's Chtlde Harold 
Stern and erect his orow was rais'd ; — 
Whatc'er the grief his soul avow'd, 
He would not shrink before the crowd. 

Byron's Parisina. 
The hardest trial of a generous mind, 
Ls to court favour from the hand it scorns. 

Aaron Hill. 
Froud has been my fatal passion, 

Proud my injur d heart shall be, 

While each thought and inclination 

Still shall prove me worthy thee. 

Mr 3. Robinson. 
That proud heart had been given to one 

Who sought it not to win, 
And now she only strove to hide 
The burning shame within. 

Miss L. E. Landon. 
And henceforth learn. 
Never your equals from your path to spurn ; 
For your superiors will not you endure, 
And slighted equals will not, I am sure. 

J. T. Watson 

PRISON. — (See Imprisonment.) 



PRISONER. — (See Imprisonment.) 



PROCRASTINATION. — (See Delay.) 



PROPOSAL. — (See Declaration.) 



PROSPERITY. — (See Enjoyment.) 



PROVIDENCE -RAINBOW, &c. 46 J 

PROVIDENCE. — (See God.) 



PRUDENCE, — (See Caution.) 



PUNISHMENT. 

0, heaven ! that such companions thou 'dst unfold, 

And put in every honest hand a whip 

To lash the rascal naked through the world. 

Shakspeark. 
Where sits the offence, 
Let the fault's punishment be deriv'd from thence. 

MlDDLETON. 

He 's a bad surgeon, that, for pity, spares 
The part corrupted, till the gangrene spread, 
And all the body perish ; he that 's merciful 
Unto the bad, is cruel to the just. 

Randolph. 



PURITY. — (See Innocence.) 



QUACKS. — (See Disease.) 



RABBLE. — (See Mob.) 



RAGE. — (See Anger.) 



RAINBOW. 

Meantime, refracted from yon eastern cloud, 

Bestriding earth, the grand ethereal bow 

Shoots up immense ; and every hue unfolds* 

In fair proportion, running from the red 

To wher? the violet fades into the sky. 

Thomson's Seasons 
89 • 



462 REASON - RECALL. 

In pomp transcendent, rob'd in heavenly dies, 
Arch'd the clear rainbow round the orient skies. 

Dr. Dwighi 
Far up the blue sk), a fair rainbow unroli'd 
Its soft-tinted pinions of purple and gold. 
'T was born in a moment, yet, quick as its birth, 
It had stretch'd to the uttermost ends of the earth; 
And, fair as an angel, it floated as free, 
With a wing on the earth, and a wing on the sea. 

Mrs. Amelia B. Welbi 



REASON. — (See Mind.) 



RECALL. 

Something, since his going forth, is thought of, 
That his return is now most necessary 

Shakspeare. 
How angrily I taught my brow to frown, 
When inward joy enforc'd my heart to smiJt. 
My penance is, to call * * * * back. 
And ask remission for my folly past. 

Shakspeare. 
Fain would my tongue his griefs appease, 
And give his tortur'^ bosom ease. 

Addison s Rosamond 
I did not know I lov'd him so, 

Until I bade him leave me ; 
I did not know, when he should go, 

His absence thus would grieve me. 
But, since he 's gone, I feel forlorn, 

I think all day about him : — 
I'll cancel all — I'll him recall, 

For I'm a wretch without him. 

J. T. Watso*. 



RECIPROCITY - RECONCILIATION. 



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MlLTOH 



YoUNCh 



Cart wrioht. 



RECIPROCITY. 
Mutual Jove, the crown of all our bliss. 

Where heart meets heart, reciprocally soft, 
Each other's pillow to repose divine. 

Be thine the more refin'd delights 

Of love, that banishes control, 
When the fond heart with heart unites, 

And soul's in unison with soul. 

And canst thou not accord thy heart 

In unison with mine — 
Whose language thou alone hast heard, 
Thou only canst divine? 

Rufus Dawes, 
O, let us prize the first-blown bud of love ; 
Let us love now, in this our fairest youth, 
When love can find a full and fond return. 

J. G. Percival. 
The all-absorbing flame, 
Which, kindled by another, grows the same, 
Wrapt in one blaze. 

Byron's Childe Harold. 
Earth nath not — Oh ! hath Heaven so sweet 

A charm as that, once only known, 
When first affection's accents greet . . - 

The ear that drinks their thrilling tone ! 

Ladies' Magazine. 



RECONCILIATION. 

The short passing anger but seem'd to awaken 
New beauties, like flowers that are sweetest when shaken. 

Moork. 



H>4 REFINEMENT - REFLECTION - RELIGION. 

Well do vanish'd frowns enhance 
The charms of every brighten'd glance, 
And dearer seems each dawning smile, 
For having lost its light awhile. 

I would have my ove 
Angry sometimes, to sweeten off the rest 
Of her behaviour. 



No cloud 
Of anger shall.remain, but peace assur'd, 
And reconcilement. 



Moon. 



Ben Jonson. 



Milton. 



REFINEMENT. 

She to higher hopes 
Was destin'd — in a finer mould was wrought, 
And temper'd with a purer, brighter flame. 

She 's noble, noble — one to keep 
Embalm'd for dreams of fever's sleep, 
An eye for nature — taste refin'd — 
Perception swift — and balanc'd mind 
And, more than all, a gift of thought, 
To such a spirit-fineness wrought, 
That on my ear her language fell, 
As if each word dissolv'd a spell. 



Akenside. 



N P. Willi* 



REFLECTION. — (See Contemplation.) 



REFUSAL. — (See Consent.) 



RELIGION.— (See Prayer.) 



REMORSE - REPENTANCE. 



465 



REM 3RSE — REPENTANCE. 

Forgive mo, Valentine • if hearty sorrow 
Be a sufficient ransom for offence, 
I tender it here ; I do as truly suffer 
As e'er I did offend. 

Who by repentance is not satisfied, 
Is nor of heaven, nor earth. 

Sorrow for past ills doth restore frail man 
To his first innocence. 



Shakspearjb 



Shakspeare. 



Nabb. 



So carnal seamen in a storm, 
Turn pious converts and reform. 

Butler's Hudibras. 

Repented all his sins, and made a last 
Irrevocable vow of reformation. 

Byron's Don Juan* 
So do the dark in soul expire, 
Or live like scorpions girt by fire ; 
So writhes the mind remorse hath riven, 
Unfit for earth, undoom'd for heaven — 
Darkness above, despair beneath, 
Around it flame within it death ! 



Revenge is lost in agony, 

And wild remorse to rage succeeds. 



Byron. 



Byron 



High minds, of native pride and force, 
Most deeply feel thy pangs, remorse : 
Fear for their scourge mean villains have ; 
Thou art the torturer of the brave. 

Scott's Marmion* 

Remorse diops anguish from her burning eyes, 
Feels hell's eternal worm, and, shuddering, dies. 

Charles Spraciub 



466 REPENTANCE REPORT - RUMOUR. 

• 
Pangs more corrosive and severe, 

More fierce, more poignant and intense, 
Than ever hostile sword or spear 
Wak'd in the breast of innocence. 

Mrs. Holford's Margaret of Jlnjau. 



REPENTANCE. — (See Remorse.; 



REPORT — RUMOUR 

Then straight thro' all the world 'gar, fame to fly , 

A monster swifter none is under sun ; 
Increasing, as in waters we descry 

The circles small, of nothing that begun, 
Till of the drops, which from the skies do fall, 
The circles spread and hide the waters all. 

Mirror for Magistrate* 
Rumour's a pipe 
Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures ; 
And of so easy and so plain a stop, 
That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, 
The still, discordant, wavering multitude, 

Can play upon it. 

Shakspeare. 

It must be so ; — for Thomas Brown, Esquire, 

Heard Blab's wife tell the son of Mr. Smith, 
(Him, that was christen'd John, after his sire — 
Men often to transmit their names desire,) — 

That Higgons said, while he was walking with 
That charming maiden lady aged forty, 

'Yclept Miss Catchem, (Higgons was her beau,) 
She told him (confidentially) that naughty 
And prattling gossip, Mrs. Wilkins, thought she 

Heard Polly's cousin's sister's aunt say so. 

J. T Watson 



REPROOF -REPUTATION, &c 46 1 

The flying rumours gather' d as they roll'd ; 
Scarce any tale was sooner heard than told, 
And all who told it added something new, 
And all who heard it, made enlargement too ; 
In every ear it spread, on every tongue it grew. 

Pope's Temple of Fame* 

REPROOF. 

Thou turn'st my eyes into my very soul, 
And there I see such black and grained spots 
As will not leave their tinct. 

Shakspeare. 
Forbear sharp speeches to her : she 's a lady 

So tender of rebukes, that words are strokes, 
And strokes, death to her. 

Shakspeare 
Prythee, forgive me ; 

I did but chide in jest ; the best loves use it 
Sometimes ; it sets an edge upon affection. 

MlDDLETON 

Reprove not in their wrath incensed men ; 
Good counsel comes clean out of season then : 
But when their fury is appeas'd and past, 
They will conceive their faults, and mend at last. 

Randolph, 

REPUTATION. — (See Character.) 



RESOLUTION. — (See Determination.) 



RETIREMENT. — (See Hermit.) 



REWARD. 

Thou prun'st a rotten tree, 
That cannot so much as a blossom yield, 
In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry. 



Shakspeare. 



468 REVENGE -* VENGEANCE. 

Thus unlamented pass the proud away, 

The gaze of fools, the pageant of a day : 

So perish all whose breast ne'er learn'd to glow 

For others' good, or melt at others' wo. 

Pope, 
The world's best comfort was, his doom was past — 
Die when he might, he must be damn'd at last. 

Cowper* 
So fares the follower of the Muses' train ; 

He toils to starve, and only lives in death ; 
We slight him till our patronage is vain, 
Then round his skeleton a garland wreathe. 
\ Rejected Addresses. 

Do thou the good thy thoughts oft meditate, 
And thou shalt feel the good man's peace within, 
And after death his wreath of glory win. 

Carlos Wilcox. 

REVENGE —VENGEANCE. 



Oh, that the slave had forty thousand lives ! 
One is too poor, too weak for my revenge ! 



Shakspeare. 



I am disgrac'd, impeach'd, and baffled here ; 
Pierc'd to the soul with slander's venom'd spear ; 
The which no balm can cure but his heart's blood, 
Which breath'd this poison. 

Shakspeare. 
The fairest action of our human life 
Is scorning to revenge an injury ; 
For who forgives without a further strife, 
His adversary's heart to him doth tie : 
And 't is a finer conquest, truly said, 
To win the heart, than overthrow the head. 

Lady E. Carew, 
Revenge, at first though sweet. 
Bitter ere long, back on itself recoils. 

Milton's Paradise Lost- 



Dryden. 



RIDICULE - SHAME. 

It wounds, indeed, 
To bear affronts too great to be forgiven, 
And not have power to punish. 

Patience ! — my soul disdains its stoic maxim, 
The coward's virtue, and the knave's disguise : 
O vengeance ! take me all — I'm wholly thine ! 

These the sole accents from his tongue that fell, 
But volumes lurk'd below that fierce farewell. 

Byron's Island. 
There are things 
Which make revenge a virtue by reflection, 
And not an impulse of mere anger ; though 
The law sleeps, justice wakes, and injur'd souls 
Oft do a public right with private wrong, 

Byron's Marino Faliero. 
No ! When the battle rages dire, 
And the rous'd soul is all on fire, 
Think'st thou a noble heart can stay, 
Hate's rancorous impulse to obey ? 

Mrs. Holford's Margaret of Jlnjou, 

Revenge we find 
The abject pleasure of an abject mind. 

Gifford's Juvenal. 
Whom vengeance track'd so long, 
Feeding its torch 'with the thought of wrong. 

J. G. Whittier. 



RIDICULE — SHAME. 

For often vice, provok'd to shame, 

Borrows the colour of a virtuous deed : 

Thus libertines are chaste, and misers good, 

A coward valiant, and a priest sincere. 

Sewell's Sir Walter Ralcxgh. 
40 



470 RIGHT -RIVERS. 

1 can bear scorpions' stings, tread fields of fire ; 

In frozen gulfs of cold eternal lie ; 

Be toss'd aLoft through tracts of endless void — 

But cannot live in shame. 

Joanna Baillhr, 
For still the world prevail'd, and its dread laugh, 
Which scarce the firm philosopher can scorn. 

Thomson's Seasons 

RIGHT. — (See Injustice.) 



RIVERS. 



See the rivers — how they run 

Through woods and meads, in shade and sun, 

Sometimes swift, sometimes slow, 

Wave succeeding wave, they go 

A various journey to the deep, 

Like human life, to endless sleepo 

Dyer's Gronger Bill 

! I have thought, — and, thinking, sigh'd, — 
How like to thee, thou restless tide, 

May be the lot, the life of him 
Who roams along thy water's brim ! 
Through what alternate shades of woe 
And flowers of joy, my path may go ! 
How many an humble, still retreat 
May rise to court my weary feet, 
While, still pursuing, still unblest, 

1 wander on, nor dare to rest ! 

Moore, 
— The channels worn 
By ever-flowing streams — arteries of earth, 
That, widely branching, circulate its blood ; 

Whose ever-throbbing pulses are the tides. « 

Thomas Ward* 



ROGUES -RURAL SCENES, &c 471 

But the u, unchang'd from year to year, 
Gayly shalt play arid glitter here ; 
Amid young flowers and tender grass, 
Thine endless infancy shalt pass ; 
And, singing down thy narrow glen, 
Shall mock the fading race of men. 

W. C. Bryant. 
Who may trace the ways that ye have taken, 

Ye streams and drops ? who separate ye all, 
And find the many places ye 've forsaken, 

To come and rush together down the fall ? 

Miss Hannah F. Gouij>. 
So blue yon winding river flows, 

It seems an outlet from the sky, 
Where, waiting till the west wind blows, 

The freighted clouds at anchor lie. 

H. W. Longfellow 



ROGUES. — (See Dishonesty.) 



ROMANCE. — (See Novels.) 
ROYALTY. — (See Kings.) 



RUDENESS. — (See Etiquette.) 



RUIN. — (See Destruction.) 



RUMOUR. — (See Report.) 



RURAL SCENES — TOWN AND COUNTRY. 

Here laden carts with thundering wagons meet, 
Wheels clash with wheels, and bar the narrow street. 

Gay's Trivia* 



472 RURAL SCENES &c. 

At eve the ploughman leaves the task of day, 
And, trudging homeward, whistles on the way : 
And the big-udder'd cows with patience stand, 
And wait the strokings of the damsel's hand. 

Gay's Rural Sport* 
See yon gay goldfinch hop from spray to spray, 
Who sings a farewell to the parting day ; 
At *arge he flies, o'er hill, and dale and down : 
Is not each bush, each spreading tree his own ? 
And canst thou think he '11 quit his native brier 
For the bright cage o'erarch'd with golden wire ? 

Gay's Dione, 
Here, too, dwells simple truth ; plain innocence ; 
Unsullied beauty ; sound, unbroken youth, 
Patient of labour, with a little pJeas'd ; 
Health ever blooming ; unambitious toil ; 
Calm contemplation, and poetic ease. 

Thomson's Seasons 

Sweet was the sound, when oft, at evening's close 

Up yonder hill the village murmur rose ; 

There as I pass'd with careless steps and slow, 

The mingling notes came soften'd from below : 

The swain responsive to the milkmaid sung ; 

The sober herd that low'd to meet their young ; 

The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool ; 

The playful children, just let loose from school ; 

The watch-dog's voice, that bay'd the whispering wind, 

And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind : — 

These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, 

And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made. 

Goldsmith's Deserted Village, 
Yellow sheaves from rich Ceres the cottage had crown'd, 

Green rushes were strew' d on the floor ; 
The casement's sweet woodbine crept wantonly round, 

And deck'd the sod seats at the door. 

Cunningham- 



SABBATH. 473 

God made the country and man made the town. 

Cowper's Tg$L 

Adieu, the city's ceaseless hum, 

The hiunts of sensual life adieu! 
Green fields, and silent glens ! we come 

To spend this bright spring day with you ! 

J. Albrich. 
O i how canst thou renounce the boundless store 

Of charm whicn nature to her votary yields ? 
The warb*ing woodland, the resounding shore, 

The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ? 

Beattie's Minstrel, 
Anon, to change the homely scene, 
Lest it pall while too serene, 
To the gay city we remove, 
Where other things there are to love, 
And, grac'd by novelty, we find 
The city's concourse to our mind. 

From the Spanish. 
The cold, heartless city, with its forms 
And dull routine ; its artificial manners, 
And arbitrary rules ; 'its cheerless pleasures, 
And mirthless masquing. 

J. N. Barker, 

SABBATH. 

How still the morning of the hallow'd day ! 
Mute rs the voice of rural labour; hush'd 
The ploughboy's whistle, and the milkmaid's song. 
The scythe lies glittering in the dewy wreath 
Of tedded grass, mingled with faded flowers 
That yesternoon bloom'd waving in the breeze. 
The faintest sound attracts the ear — the hum 
Of early bee — the trickling of the dew — 
The distant bleating midway up the hill. 
Calmness seems thron'd on yon unmoving hill. 
40* Grahams 



*74 SADNESS - SAFETY - SAILING. 

With dove-like wings peace o'er yon village oroods ; — 
The dizzing mill-wheel rests ; the anvil's din 
Has ceas'd — all, all around is quietness. 

GrRAHAME. 

Hail, Sabbath ! thee I hail, the poor man's day • 

On other days the man of toil is doom'd 

Tp eat his joyless bread, lonely — the ground 

Botn seal and board — screen'd from the winter's cold 

And summer's heat, by neighbouring hedge or tree ; 

But on this day, embosom' d in his home, 

He shares the frugal meal with those he loves 

GhAKAME. 

SADNESS. — (See Care.; 



SAFETY. 

From a safe port 't is easy to give counsel. 

Shakspearb. 
But when men think they most in safety stand, 
The greatest peril often is at hand. 

Drayton. 
What though the sea be calm ? Trust to the shore ; 
Ships have been drown'd, where late thev danc'd before. 

Herrick. 
Happy were men, if they but understood 
There is no safety but in doing good. 

FoUNTAIW, 



SAILING — SHIP. 

You might have seen the frothy billows fry 
Under the ship, as thorough them she went, 

That seem'd the waves were unto ivory, 
Or ivory unto the waves were sent. 

Spenser's Fairy Queen 



\ 



SAILOR. 47* 

So ships in writer seas now sliding sink 
Adown the steepy wave, then toss'd on high 
Ride on the billows, and defy the storm. 

Somervile's Chase 
Behold the threaden sails, 
Borne with the invisible and creeping wind, 
Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow' d sea, 
Breasting the lofty surge. 

Shakspeare. 
Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, 

While, proudly riding o'er the azure realm, 
In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes. 

Byron's Childe Harold* 
The sails were fill'd, and fair the light winds blew, 

As glad to bear him from his native home ; 
And fast the white rocks faded from his view, 
And soon were lost in circumambient foam. 

Byron's Childe Harold. 
She walks the waters like a thing of life, 
And seems to dare the elements to strife. 

Byron's Corsair* 
The cloven billow flash'd from off her prow, 
In furrows form'd by that majestic plough. 

Byron's Island, 
She comes majestic with her swelling sails, 
The gallant bark ; along her watery way 
Homeward she drives before the favouring gales ; 
Now flirting at their length the streamers play, 
And now they ripple with the ruffling breeze. 

SoUTHKY. 



SAILOR. 

\ O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, 

Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, 
Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, 
Survey our empire, and behold our home ! 

Byron's Corsair 



476 satiety- surfeit. 

Long have they voyag'd o'er the distant seas ; 

And what a heart-delight thev feel at last — 

So many toils, so many dangers past — 

To view the port desir'd, he only knows 

Who on the stormy deep for many a day 

Hath toss'd, aweary of his ocean way, 

And watch'd all-anxious every wind that blows 

SoUTHfiT 

I love the sailor ; — his eventful life — 

His generous spirit — his contempt of danger — 

His firmness in the gale, the wreck, and strife ; — 
And, though a wild and reckless ocean-ranger, 

God grant he make that port, when life is o'er, 

Where storms are hush'd, and billows break no more ! 

Rev. Walter Coltow 



SATIETY — SURFEIT. 

As surfeit is the father of much fast, 
So every scope, by the immoderate use, 
Turns to restraint. 



Shakspears 



They surfeited with honey ; and began 

To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof little 

More than a little is by much too much. 

Shakspeare. 

Childe Harold bask'd him in the noontide sun, 

Disporting there like any other fly ; 
Nor deem'd, before his little day was done, 

One blast might chill him into misery. 
But long ere scarce a third of his pass'd by, 

Worse than adversity the Childe befel: 
He felt the fulness of satiety. 

Byron's Childe Harold 



SATIRE - SAVAGE - SCANDAL. 477 



SATIRE. 



t *m one whose whip of steel can with a lash 
Impr'nt the characters of shame so deep, 
Even in the brazen forehead of proud sin, 
That not eternity shall wear it out. 



Randolph. 



Instructive satire ! true to virtue's cause ! 
Thou shining supplement of public laws ! 

Young. 

If satire charms, strike faults, but spare the man ; 
'T is dull to be as witty as you can. 
Satire recoils whenever charg'd too high ; 
Round your own fame the fatal splinters fly. 
As the soft plume gives swiftness to the dait, 
Good-breeding sends the satire to the heart. 



Young 



Curs'd be the verse, how well soe'er it flow, 
That tends to make one worthy man my foe, 
Give virtue scandal, innocence a fear, 
Or from the soft-eyed virgin steal a tear. 



Pope 



When satire flies abroad on falsehood's wing, 
Short is her life, and impotent her sting ; 
But when to truth allied, the wound she gives 
Sinks deep, and to remoter ages lives. 

Churchill. 

Prepare for rhyme — I '11 publish, right or wrong; 
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song 

Byron's English Barely &c 



SAVAGE. —(See Indian.) 



SCANDAL. — (See Gossip.i 



478 SCENERY - SCEPTICISM - UNBELIEF. 



SCENERY. 

The naughtiest breast its wish might bound, 

Through life to dwell delighted here; 
Nor could on earth a spot be found, 
To Nature and to me so dear. 

Byron's Childe Harold. 
In the wild pomp of mountain majesty. 

Byron'sj Childe Harold. 
Woods of palm, 
And orange groves, and fields of balm, 

FlTZ-GREEN HALLECK. 

'T is distance lends enchantment to the view, 
And clothes the mountain in its azure hue. 

Campbell, 
Amid the ancient forests of a land, 
Wild, gloomy, vast, magnificently grand. 

W. H. Burleigh 
How softly that green bank sloped down from the hill 
To the spot where the fountain grew suddenly still ! 
How cool was the shadow the long branches gave, 
As they hung from the willow, and dipp'd in the wave ! 
And then each pale lily, that slept in the stream, 
Rose and fell with a wave, as if stirr'd by a dream. 

Mrs. Amelia B. Welby. 



SCEPTICISM — UNBELIEF. 

A foe to God was ne'er true friend to man. 

Young's Night Thoughts. 
But you are learn'd : m volumes deep you sit ; . . . 
Your learning, like the lunar beam, affords 
Light, but not heat ; it leaves you undevout 
Frozen at heart, while speculation shines. 

Young's Night Thought*. 



SCHOOL - TEACHER. 479 

A Christian is the highest style of man ; 
And is there who the blessed cross wipes off 
As a foul blot from his dishonour' d brow ? — 
If angels tremble, 't is at such a sight. 

Young's Night TliougtU$. 

Hast never seen the death-bed of th' unbeliever? — 
*T was anguish, terror, darkness without bow : 
But O, it had a most convincing tongue, 
A potent oratory, that secur'd 
Most mute attention. 

Pollok's Course of Time 
A fugitive from heaven and prayer, 
He mock'd at all religious fear, 
Deep-scienc'd in the mazy lore 
Of mad Philosophy. 

From Horace 



SCHOOL — TEACHER. 

Beside yon straggling fence, that skirts the way, 
With blossom'd furze, unprofitably gay, 
There, in his noisy mansion, skill' d to rule, 
The village master taught his little school. 

Goldsmith's Deserted Village 
A man severe he was, and stern to view • 
I knew him well, and every truant knew. 
Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace 
The day's disasters in his morning face ; 
Full well they laugh' d, with counterfeited glee. 
At all his jokes, for many a joke had he ; 
Full well the busy whisper, circling round, 
Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd \ 
Yet he was kind, — or, if severe in aught, 
The love he bore to learning was a fault. 

Goldsmith'* Desertea kiliagt* 



480 SCIENCE -SENSITIVENESS, &o. 

Delightful task, to rear the tender thought, 
To teach the young idea how to shoot, 
To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind, 
To breathe the enlivening spirit, and to fix 
The generous purpose in the glowing breast ! 

Thomson's Seasons. 
Oh ! ye who teach the ingenious youth of nations, 

Holland, France, England, Germany, or Spain, 
I pray ye, flog them upon all occasions ; 

It mends their morals — never mind the pain. 

Byron's Bon Juan 



SCIENCE.— (See Education.) 



SEA. — (See Ocean.) 



SEASONS. — (See Autumn.) 



SECRESY. — (See Concealment.) 



SELF. — (See Egotism.) 
SENSES, — (See Instinct.) 



SENSIBILITY. — (See Feeling.) 



SENSITIVENESS. 

Where glow exalted sense and taste refin'd, 
There keener anguish rankles in the mind ; 
There feeling is diffus'd through every part, 
Thrills in each nerve, and lives in all the heart 

Hannah Mosul 



SEPARATION -SERVILITY, &c. 481 

Dearly bought, the hidden treasure 

Finer feelings can bestow ! 
Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure, 

Thrill the deepest notes of woe. 

Burns. 
Upon my lute there is one string 

Broken ; — the chords were drawn too fast ; 
My heart is like that string — it tried 

Too much, and snapt in twain at last. 



SEPARATION. — (See Absence.) 



SERVILITY — SLAVERY. 

And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee, 
Where thrift may follow fawning. 

Easier were it 
To hurl the rooted mountain from its base, 
Than force the yoke of slavery upon men 
Determin'd to be free. 



Shakspeare. 



SoiJTHEY. 



I would not imitate the petty thought, 

Nor coin my self-love to so base a vice, 
For all the glory your conversion brought, 

Since gold alone should not have been its price, 

Byron. 
And thus they plod in sluggish misery, 

Rotting from sire to son, and age to age, 
Proud of their trampled nature, and so die, 

Bequeathing their hereditary rage 
To a new race of unborn slaves. 

Byron's Childe Harold. 



SHAME. — (See Ridicule.) 



SHIP. — (See Sailing.) 
41 



482 



SILENCE - SIMPLICITY. 



SILENCE. 

I do know of these, 
That therefore only are reputed wise, 
For saying nothing. 

The silence often of pure innocence 
Persuades, when speaking fails. 



Shakspearb. 



Shakspearb. 



Silence! coeval with eternity! 

Thou wert ere nature's self began to be ; 

Thine was the sway ere heaven was form'd or earth ; 

Ere fruitful thought conceiv'd creation's birth. 



POPB. 



The tongue mov'd gently first, and speech was low, 
Till wrangling science taught it noise and show, 
And wicked wit arose, \ hy most abusive foe. 

Pop*. 
There is a silence which hath been no sound ; 
There is a silence which no sound may be — 
In the cold grave. 

Thomas Hood. 
She feels her inmost soul within her stir 

With thoughts too wild and passionate to speak ; 
Yet her full heart — its own interpreter — 
Translates itself in silence on her cheek. 

Mrs. Amelia B. Welby. 
T was night : All nature, far and wide, 

Was wrapt in silent, deep repose, 

And naught was heard on either side, 

Their secret purpose to disclose. 

J. T. Watson. 



SIMPLICITY 



Fair nature's sweet simplicity, 
With elegance refin'd. 



Lord Lyttleton 



SUN - SINCERITY, &c. 483 



Beautiful one ! thy look and tone 

Of witchery are nature's own — 

Like light from heaven, thy magic giance — 

Thy voice, the harp's wild utterance ; 

When touch'd at eve by some spirit's hand, 

[t breathes the notes of the better land. 



S. P. Chase 



And all her looks a calm disclose 
Of innocence and truth. 

Thy mild looks are all eloquent, 
Thy bright ones free and glad j 

Like g ances from a Pleiad sent, 
Thy sad ones sweetly sad. 



Robert Morrh 



SI N^ — (See Guilt.) 



8 1 N C E R I T Y. — (See Falsehood.) 



SINGING. — (See Music.) 



SLANDER. — (See Detraction.) 



S L A V E R Y. — (See Servility. ) 



SLIGHT. — (See Neglect.) 



SLEEP. — (See Dream.) 



SMILE: — (See Cheerfulness.) 



SMOKING. — (See Cigar.) 



484 SOCIETY -STARS, &o. 

SOCIETY. --(See Associates.) 



SOLITUDE. — (See Hermit.) 



SONG. — (See Music.) 



SOPHISTRY. — (See Argumeht.) 



SORROW. — (See Misery.) 



SOUL. — (See Immortality.) 



SPLENDOUR. 

What p3remptory, eagle-sighted eye 
Dares look upon the heaven of her brow, 
That is not blinded by her majesty ? 



Shakspeak* 



To splendour only do we live ? 

Must pomp alone our thoughts employ ? 
All, all that pomp and splendour give, 

Is dearly bought with love and joy, 

Cartwright. 
Can wealth give happiness ? look round and see, 
What gay distress ! what splendid misery ! 
1 envy none their pageantry and show, 
1 envy none the gilding of their woe. 

YoOHfe 



SPRING. — (See Autumn.) 



SPORTS. — (See Fishing.) 



STARS. — (See Moon.) 



STATESMAN- SUCCESS, &c. 485 



STATESMAN. 

A statesman, that can side with every faction, 

And yet most subtly can entwist himself, 

When he hath wrought the business up to danger. 

Shirley. 
Forbear, you things 

That stand upon the pinnacles of state, 

To boast your slippery height ; when you do fall, 

You dash yourselves in pieces, ne'er to rise. 

Ben Jonson. 
Thus the court wheel goes round, like fortune's ball ; 
One statesman rising on another's fall. 

R. Bromb. 
With grave 
Aspect he rose, and in his rising seem'd 
A pillar of state : deep on his front engraven 
Deliberation sat, and public care. 

Milton's Paradise Lost 



STATION. — (See Ancestry.) 



STORM.— (See Clouds.) 



STUBBORNNESS. — (See Obstruct.) 



STYLE. — (See Criticism.) 



SUCCESS 

Had I miscarried, I had been a villain ; 
For men judge actions always by events 
But when we manage by a just foresight, 
Success is prudence, and possession r ight. 

HlGOONS. 

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*86 SUICIDE. 

X 

*T is not in mortals to command success ; 

But we '11 do more, Sempronius — we '11 deserve it. 

Addison's Cato* * 
It is success that colours all in life ; 
Success makes fools admir'd, makes villains honest. 
All the proud virtue of this vaunting world 
Fawns on success arid power, howe'er acquir'd. 

Thomson 
Applause 
Waits on success ; the fickle multitude, 
Like the light straw that floats along the stream, 
Glide with the current still, and follow fortune. 

. Franklin. 
But who shall tax successful villany, 
Or call the rising traitor to account ? 

Havard, 



SUICIDE. 

The dread of something after death, 
That undiscover'd country, from whose bourn 
No traveller returns, puzzles the will, 
And makes us rather bear the ills we have, 
Than fly to others, that we know not of. 

Shakspeare. 
Oh ! that this too, too solid flesh would melt, 
Thaw, and dissolve itself into a dew ! 
Or that the Everlasting had not set 
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter ! 

Shakspeape. 

To run away 
From this world's ills, that, at the very worst, 
Will soon blow o'er, thinking to mend ourselves 
By boldly venturing on a world unknown, 
And plunging headlong in the dark ! — 'tis mad ! 
No frenzy half so desperate as this. 

Blair's Grave. 



SUMMER -SUN, &c. 487 

Fear, guilt, despair, and moon-struck frenzy, rush 
On voluntary death ; the wise, the brave, 
When the fierce storms of fortune round 'em roar, 
Combat the billows with redoubled force.. 

Fenton 
To cut his throat a brave man scorns ; 
So, instead of his throat, he cuts — his corns. 

Butler's Hudibra$> 
He with delirious laugh the dagger hurPd, 
And burst the ties that bound him to this world* 

Campbell's Pleasures of Hope 
[ mean not 
That poor-soul'd piece of heroism, self-slaughter -, 
Oh no • the miserablest day we live, 
There s many a better thing to do than die ! 

G. Dariey 



SUMMER. — (See Autumn.) 



SUN. — (See Moon.) 



SUPERIORITY. — (See Equality.) 



SUPERSTITION. — (See Ghost.) 



SURFEIT. — (See Satiety.) 



SURPRISE. — (See Astonishment.) 



SUSPENSE. — (See Expectation.) 



SUSPICION. — (See Jealous?.) 



SYCOPHANT (See Flattery.; 



488 SYMPATHY -TASTE, &c. 



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SYMPATHY, 

Kindness by secret sympathy is tied, 
For noble souls in nature are allied. 

Drydbn. 
Shame on those breasts of stone, that cannot melt 
In soft adoption of another's sorrow ! 

Aaron Hill. 
Oh ! ask not, hope thou not too much 

Of sympathy below : 
Few are the hearts whence one same touch 
Bids the sweet fountain flow. 

Mrs. Hemans, 
There 's nought in this bad world like sympathy ; 

'T is so becoming to the soul and face — 
Sets to soft music the harmonious sigh, 

And robes sweet friendship in a Brussels lace. 

Byron's Don Juan 
I know thee not — and yet our spirits seem 

Together link'd by sympathy and love, 
And, like the mingled waters of a stream, 
Our thoughts and fancies all united rove. 

Mrs. Amelia B. Welby 
I know thee not — I never heard thy voice , 

Yet, could I choose a friend from all mankind, 
Fhy spirit high should be my spirit's choice, 
Thy heart should guide my heart, thy mind, my mind. 

Mrs. Amelia B. Welby 



TASTE. — (See Style.) 



TEACHER. — (See School.) 



TEARS.- (See Grief. j 






TEMPEB-TEMPERANCE, &C. 489 



TEMPER.- (See Anger.) 



TEMPERANCE.— (See Drinking.) 



TEMPTATION. 

What war so cruel, or what siege so sore, 

As that which strong temptation doth apply 
Against the fort of reason evermore, 
To bring the soul into captivity ? 

Spenser's Fairy Queen 
Think not that fear is sacred to the storm ; 
Stand on thy guard against the smiles of fate. 
Is Heaven tremendous in its frown ? Most sure ; 
And in its favour formidable too. 
Its favours here are trials, not rewards. 

Young's Night Thoughts. 
But Satan now is wiser than of yore, 
And tempts by making rich, not making poor. 

Pope. 
There are 'crimes, 
Made venial by the occasion, and temptations, 
Which Nature cannot master or forbear. 

Byron. 
It reign'd in Eden in that heavy hour 
When the arch tempter sought our mother's bower, 
In thrilling charms her yielding heart assail'd, 
And e'en o'er dread Jehovah's word prevail'd. 

Sprague's Curiosity. 

There the fair tree in fatal beauty grew, 
And hung its mystic apples to the view. 

Sprague's Curiosity 



THE AT RE. — (See Aotoe.) 



THIEVES. — (See Dishonesty.) 



490 THIRST - THOUGHT-TIME. 



THIRST. 

That panting thirst, which scorches in the breath 
Of those that die the soldier's fiery death, 
In vain impels the burning mouth to crave 
One drop — the last — to cool it for the grave. 

Byron's Larck 

The incessant fever of that arid thirst 

Which welcomes, as a well, the clouds that burst 
Above their naked heads, and feels delight 
In the cold drenchings of the stormy night ; 
And from the outspread canvas gladly wrings 
A drop, to moisten life's all-gasping springs. 

Byron's Island* 
A small glass, and thirsty ! be sure never ask it ; 
Man might as well serve up his soup in a basket. 

Leigh Hunt — From the Italian. 



THOUGHT. — (See Mind.) 



TIME. 



Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, 
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow ; 

Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, 

And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow. 

Shakspei*e 

The greatest schemes that human wit can forge, 

Or bold ambition dares to put in practice, 

Depend upon our husbanding a moment 

Rowe 

Think we, or think we not, Time hurries on 

With a resistless, unremitting stream ; 
Vet treads more soft than e'er did midnight thief, 
That slides his hand under the miser's pillow, 
And carries off his prize. 

Blair's Gravi 



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TIME. 491 

The bell strikes one. We take no note of time 

But from its loss. To give it then a tongue, 

Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, 

I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, 

It is the knell of my departing hours : 

Where are they ? With the years beyond the flood. 

Young's Night Thought* 
Oh Time! thou beautifier of the dead, — 

Adorner of the ruin — comforter 
And only healer when the heart hath bled — 
Time ! the corrector when our judgments err, 
The test of truth, love, — sole philosopher ! 

Byron's Childe Harold. 
Years steal 
Fire from the mind, as vigour from the limb. 

Byron's Childe Harold. 
Art is long, and time is fleeting, 

And our hearts, though stout and brave, 
Still like muffled drums are beating 
Funeral marches to the grave. 

H. W. Longfellow 
Like the swell of some sweet tune, 
Morning rises into noon. 

May glides onward into June. 

H. W. Longfellow 

Time, the tomb-builder, holds his fierce career. 

Dark, stern, and pitiless, and pauses not 

Amid the mighty rocks that strew his path, ~ 

To sit and muse, like other conquerors, 

Upon the fearful ruin he hath wrought. 

G. D. Prenticb 
Compar'd with thee, even centuries in their might 

Seem but like atoms in the sun's broad ray ; 
Thou sweep'st them on in thy majestic flight, 

Scattering them from thy plumes like drops of spray 

Cast from the ocean in its scornful play. 

Mrs. Amelia B. Welby. 



492 



TIMIDITY - TITLES - TOKEN. 



While systems change, and suns retire, and worlds 
Slumber and wake — Time's ceaseless march proceeds. 

H. Wars. 



TIMIDITY. 

• Nor less was she in heart affected, 
But that she masked it with modesty, 
For fear she should of lightness be detected. 

Spenser's Fairy Queen. 
How long must I conceal 
. '"W hat yet my heart could wish were known? 
How long the truest passion feel, 
And yet that passion fear to own ? 



Cartwright. 



Hard is the fate of him who loves, 
Yet dares not tell his trembling pain. 



Thomson. 



The half-suppress'd glance of an eye admiring, 

The tremulous rays of an evening sky — 
The startled fawn from the hunter retiring — 
The fluttering light of a taper expiring, 
A^t emblems afford of timidity. 



Elliot 



TITLES.— (See Ancestry.) 



TOKEN. 



Accept of this ; and could I add beside 
What wealth the rich Peruvian mountains hide ; 
If all the gems in eastern rocks were mine, 
Or* thee alone their glittering pride should shine. 

Lyttleton, 
She knew whose hand had gather' d them ; she knew 
Whose sigh and touch were on their scent and hue. 

PlCKERSOILL. 



TORTURE -TOWN, &c 49G 



All tne token-flowers that tell 
What words can never speak so weJl. 

As a slight token of esteem, 

Accept these flowers from me ; 
So fair asd lovel} r , they do seem 

An emblem true of thee. 
But soon these fragile flowers wiL fade 

And wither — 't is their doom : 
May you, unlike them, be array'd 

In a perpetual bloom! 



Byron 



J. T. WATSON 



TORTURE. — (See Cruelty.) 



TOWN AND COUNTRY. — (See Rural Scjhes.) 



TRANSPORT. — (See Ecstasy.) 



TRAVELLER. 

Me other cares in other climes engage, 

Cares that become my birth, and suit my age ; 

In various knowledge to instruct my youth, 

And conquer prejudice, worst foe to truth ; 

By foreign arts, domestic faults to mend, 

Enlarge my notions, and my views extend ; - 

The useful science of the world to know, 

Which books can never teach, nor pedants show. 

Lyttleton 
Returning, he proclaims by many a grace, 
By shrugs, and strange contortions of his face, 
How much a dunce, that has been sent to roam, 
Excels a dunce that has been kept at home. 

Cowper's Progress of Erroi 



*94 TREACHER*. 

He travels and expatiates ; as the bee 

From flower to flower, so Le from land to land. 

The manners, customs, policies of all, 

Pay contribution to the store he gleans : 

He sucks intelligence in every clime, 

And spreads the honey of his deep research 

At his return — a rich repast for me. 

(Jowper's Ta^fL 
But eve ry fool describes, in these bright days, 

His wondrous journey to some foreign court, 
And spawns his quarto, and demands your praise ; 

Death to his publisher, to him 't is sport. 

Byron's Don Juan. 
And he, who's doom'd o'er waves to roam, 

Or wander on a foreign strand, 
Will sigh whene'er he thinks of home, 

And better love his native land. 

William Leggett. 



TEEAOHEEY. 

Stealing her soul with many vows of faith, 
And ne'er a true one. 

Shakspeare. 
He is compos'd and fram'd of treachery 

Shakspeare. 

He, in whom 
My heart had treasur'd all its boast and pride. 
Proves faithless. 

Euripides MedM 
Oh ! colder than the wind that freezes 

Founts, that but now in sunshine play'd, 
Is that congealing pang, which seizes 
The trusting bosom when be tray 'd. 

Moore. 



TREASON - TRIUMPH - VICTORY. 498 

TREASON. 

The man was noble. 
But with his last attempt he wip'd it out, 
Betray'd his country ; and his name remains 
To the ensuing age, abhorr'd. 

Shakspeark 
Treason and murder ever kept together. 
As two yoke-devils sworn to either's purpose. 

Shakspeare. 

Is there not some chosen curse, 
Some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven, 
Red with uncommon wrath, to blast the man 
Who owes his greatness to his country's ruin f 

Addison's CaUk 
Treason does never prosper ; what's the reason ? 
Why, when it prospers, none dare call it treason. 



O ! for a tongue to curse the slave, 

Whose treason, like a deadly blight, 
Comes o'er the councils of the brave, 

To blast them in their hour of might ! 

Moojjs's Lalla Rookh. 



TRIUMPH — VICTORY. 

O, such a day, 
So fought, so follow'd, and so fairly won, 
Came not till now, to dignify the times, 
Since Caesar's fortunes. 

The harder match'd, the greater victory. 



Shakspeare. 

Shakspearr 



Slowly he falls, amid triumphing cries ; 
Without a groan, without a struggle, dies. 

Byron's Childe Harold. 



496 TRUTH - TYRANNY, &c. 

It is not victory to win the field, 
Unless we make our enemies to yield 
More to our justice than our force ; and so 
As well instruct, as overcome our foe. 

GoMERSAU 

Caesar himself could never say 
He got two victories in one day, 
As I have done, that can say, twice I, 
In one day, " uem, vidi, viciJ" 

Butler's Iludibras 

The God of Battles smil'd — Justice triumph'd; 
The Stars and Stripes, Columbia's sacred Flag, 
Like eagles' pinions flutter' d to the breeze ; 
And the Red Lion, haughty Britain's emblem, 
Discomforted, went howling back with rage, 
• To lair amidst the white cliffs of Albion. 

J. T. Watson. 



T R U T H. — (See Falsehood. ) 



TYRANNY. — (See Oppression.) 



UNANIMITY. 

There are two hearts whose movements thrill 

In unison so closely sweet, 
That, pulse to pulse, responsive still 

They both must heave — or cease to beat. 

There are two souls whose equal flow 
In gentle streams so calmly run, 

That when they part — they part ! ah, no ! 
They cannot part — their souls are one ! 



Barton 



Barton. 



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UNBELIEF -VANITY, &C. 497 

Each was the other's mirror, and but read 
Joy sparkling in their dark eyes, like a gem ; 
And knew each brightness was but the reflection 
Of their unchanging glances of affection, 

Byron. 



UNBELIEF, — (See Scepticism.) 



VAN IT*. — (See Pride.) 



VARIETY. 

Wherefore did nature pour her bounties forth 
With such a full and unwithdrawing hand, 
Covering the earth with odours, fruits, and flocks, 
But all to please and sate the curious taste ? 

Milton's Comus. 
The earth was made so various, that the mind 
Of desultory man, studious of change 
And pleas'd with novelty, might be indulg'd. 

Cowper's Task. 
Variety's the source of joy below, 
From which still fresh revolving pleasures flow ; 
In books and love, the mind one end pursues, 
And only change the expiring flame renews. 

Gay's Epistles. 
— No sweet bird, 
That beats the pathless void, but pours new notes, 
Distinct from every plumy rival's song. 

Aaron Hill, 

Countless the various species of mankind, 
Countless the shades which sep'rate mind from mind ; 
No general object of desire is known ; 
Each has his will, and each pursues his own. 

Gifford's Perseus 
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*9fc VENGEANCE VICE, &c. 

VENGEANCE.-- (See Revenue) 



VICE. — (See Guilt.) 



VICISSITUDE— (See Change) 



VICTORY. — (see Triumph,) 



VIRTUE. — (See Prayer.) 



WANT. — (See Poverty.) 



WAR. — (See Battle.) 



WEALTH. — (See Gold/ 



WEATHER. — (See Clouds.) 



WEDLOCK. — (See Matrimony.) 



WEEPING. — (See Tears.) 



WIDOW. — (See Funeral. 



WIFE. 



They seek ibr rule, supremacy, and sway, 
When tney are bound to serve, love, and obey 

Shakspearb, 
A wife ! Ah, gentle deities ! can he 
Who has a wife, e'er feel adversity ? 

POPB 



WIFE. 499 



You are my true and honourable wife ; 
As dear to me as are thr ruddy drops 
That visit my sad heart. 



Shakspeare. 



Such duty as the subject owes the prince, 
Even such a womar oweth to her husband : 
And when she 's froward, peevish, sullen, sour, 
What is she but a foul, contending rebel, 
And graceless traitor to her loving lord ? 

Shakspeare 
She who ne'er answers till a husband cools, 
And, if she rules him, never shows she rules ; 
Charms by accepting, by submitting sways, 
Yet has her humour most when she obeys. 

POPB 

Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife, 
He would have written sonnets all his life ? 

Byron's Don Juan. 
When envy's sneer would coldly blight his name, 
And busy tongues are sporting with his fame, 
Who solves each doubt, clears every mist away, 
And makes him radiant in the face of day ? 
She, who would peril fortune, fame, and life, 
For man, the ingrate — the devoted wife. 



To share existence with her, and to gain 
Sparks from her love's electrifying chain. 



Campbell. 



When on thy bosom I recline, 
Enraptur'd still to call thee mine. 

To call thee mine for life, 
I glory in the sacred ties, 
Which modern wits and fools despise, 

Of husband and of wife. 

Lindiey Murray 



800 WINE - WINTER, &c. 

Say, shall I love the fading beauty less, 

Whose spring-time radiance has been wholly mine ? 

No — come what will, thy steadfast truth I '11 bless, 
In youth, in age thine own — for ever thine t 

A. A. WATTt 



WINE. — (See Drinking.) 
WINTER. — (See Autumn.) 



WISDOM. — (See Education.) 



WIT. — (See Education.) 



WITCHES. 

What are these. 

So withered and so wild in their attire, 

That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, 

And yet are on't. 

Shakspearb 

How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags ? 

What is 't you do ? 

Shakspearb. 

Ye spirits of the unbounded universe ! 

Whom I have sought in darkness and in shade,— 

Ye, who do compass earth about, and dwell 

In subtler essence — ye, to whom the top& 

Of mountains inaccessible are haunts, 

And earth's and ocean's caves familiar things — 

I call upon ye, by the written charm 

Which gives me power upon you — rise ! appear ! 

Byron's Mariffed 



WOMAN. &9J 



WOMAN. 



For several virtues 

I have lik-2d several women; never any 

With so fuu a soul, but some defect in hei 

Dd quarrel with the noblest grace she own'd, 

And put it to a foil. 

Shaksfsajw, 

We cannot fight for love, as men may do ; ^^ ^ 
We should be woo'd, and were not made to woo. 

Shakspeajuk. 

I have no other but a woman's reason ; ^ 
I think him so, because I think him so. 

Shakst>eai&e. 

For women first were made for men, 
Not men for them. It follows, then. 
Men have a right to every one, 
And they no freedom of their own ; 
And therefore men. have power to choose, 

But they no charter to refuse. 

Butler's Hudibras. 

In men we various ruling passions find ; 
In women, two almost divide the kind : 
Those only fix'd, they first or last obey. 
The love of pleasure, and the love of sway. 

Pope's Moral Assays 
-"""When love once pleads admission to our hearts, 
In spite of all the virtue we can boast, 
The woman that deliberates is lost. 

Addison's Cato. 

"""""Seek to be good, but aim not to be great : 
A woman's noblest station is retreat ; 
Her fairest virtues fly from public sight, 
Domestic worth, that shuns too strong a light. 

Lord Lyttletok 



502 WOMAN. 

~ I sue, and sue in vain ; it is most just : 
When women sue, they sue to be denied. 

Fee-simple and a simple fee, 

And all the fees in tail, 
Are nothing when compar'd to thee, 

Thou best of fees — fe-male. 



Young 



Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turn'd, 
And hell no fury like a woman scorn'd. 

Congreve's Mourning Brid*. 
woman, lovely woman 1 Nature made thee 
To temper man : we had been brutes without thee ! 

Otways's Venice JPres&ved. 
O woman ! dear woman ! whose form and whose soul 
Are the light and the life of each spell we pursue, — 
Whether sunn'd in the tropics, or chill'd at the pole, 
If woman be there, there is happiness too ! 



Oh, say not woman's false as fair, 

That, like the bee, she ranges, 
Still seeking flowers, more sweet and fair, 

As fickle fancy changes. 
Ah, no ! the love, that first can warm, 

Will leave her bosom never; 
No second passion e'er can charm — 

She loves, and loves for ever. 



Moorr. 



Pooock 



Woman ! blest partner of our joys and woes ! 

Even in the darkest hour of earthly ill, 
Untarnished yet thy fond affection glows, 

Throbs with each pulse, and beats with every thrill ! 
When sorrow rends the heart, when feverish pain 

Wrings the hot drops of anguish from the brow, 
To soothe the soul, to cool the burning brain, 

Oh ! who so welcome and so prompt as thou ? 

Yamoydbh, 



WOMAN. fi03 



The lords of creation men we call, 
And they think they rule the whole: 

But t u ey 're much mistaken, after all, 
For they're undar woman's control. 



<S Woman's love, 
Its fondness wide as the limitless wave, 
And chainless by aught but the silent grave, 
With devotion as humble as that which brings 
To his idols the Indian's offerings, 
Yet proud as that which the priestess feels, 
When she nurses the flame of the shrine where she kneel* 

Mrs. E. C. Embury 
I would as soon attempt to entice a star 
To perch upon my finger ; or the wind 
To follow me like a dog — as think to keep 

A woman's heart again. 

Bailey's Festus 
Away, away — you 're all the same, 

A fluttering, smiling, jilting throng ! 
Oh ! by my soul, I burn with shame, 
To think I 've been your slave so long ! 

Moore. 
Oh ! woman wrong' d can cherish hate 

More deep and dark than manhood may, 
But when the mockery of fate 

Hath left revenge its chosen way, 
Still lingers something of the spell 

Which bound her to the traitor's bosom, — 
Still, 'mid the vengeful fires of hell, ' 

Some flowers of old affection blossom. 

J. G Whittiee, 
Oh woman ! subtle, lovely, faithless sex ! 
Born to enchant, thou studiest to perplex ; 
Ador'd as queen, thou play'st the tyrant's part. 
And, taught to govern, would'st enslave the heart! 

R. T Pais* 



604 WONDER - WORDS. 

f he man, who sets his heart upon a woman, 

Is a chameleon, and doth feed on air : 

From air he takes his colours, holds his life — 

Changes with every wind — grows lean or fat-- 

Rosy wuh hope, or green with jealousy, 

Or pallid with despair — just as the gale 

Varies from north to south — from heat to cold! 

Bulwer's Lady of Lyom. 
'T is woman's smiles that lull our cares to rest, 
Dear woman's charms, that give to life its zest ; 
'T is woman's hand that smoothes affliction's bed, 
Wipes the cold sweat, and stays the sinking head ! 



WONDER. 

They spake not a word, 
But, like dumb statues, or breathless stones, 
Star'd on each other, and look'd deadly pale. 

Shakspeare. 

And when they talk of him, they shake their heads, ' 

And whisper one another in the ear ; 

And he- that speaks doth gripe the hearer's wrist, 

And he that hears makes fearful action, 

With wrinkled brow, with nods, with rolling eyes. • 

Shakspeare. 
What mighty contests rise from trivial things ! 

POPB 

A tale more strange ne'er grac'd the poet's art, 
And ne'er did fiction play so wild a part. 

TlCKELL 



WORDS 

What you keep oy you, you may change and mend ; 
But words, once spoke, can never be recalFd. 

RoscoMwon 



WORLD. 605 

Words are the soul's ambassadors, wnich go 
Abroad upon her errands to and fro ; 
They are the sole expounders of the mind, 
And correspondence keep 'twixt a/1 mankind. 

James Howel 
But words are things ; and a small drop of ink, 
Falling like dew upon a thought, produces 
Thai which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think. 

Byron's Don Juan. 



WORLD. 

All the world's a stage; 
And all the men and women merely players : 
They have their exits and their entrances ; 
And one man in his turn plays many parts. 

Shakspeare 
The world is a great dance, in which we find 
The good and bad have various turns assign'd ; 
But when they 've ended the great masquerade, 
One goes to glory, th' other to a shade. 

Crown 
The world 's a stormy sea, 
Whose every breath is strew'd with wrecks of wretches, 
That daily perish in it. 

Howe. 
The world is a well-furnish'd table, 

Where guests are promiscuously set : 
Where all fare as well as they 're able, 
And scramble for what they can get. 

BlCKERSTAFF 

'T is pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat, 
To peep at such a world ; to see the stir 
Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd ; 
To hear the roar she sends through all her gates* 
At a safe distance, where the dying sound 
Falls a soft murmur on th' uninjur'd ear. 

Cowper's Task 
43 



W)6 WORTH -WRITERS, &* 

A world, where lust of pleasure, grandeur, gold,— 
Three demons that divide its realms between them-— 
With strokes alternate buffet to and fro 
Man's restless heart, their sport, their flying ball. 

Young's Night Thoughts 
What is this world ? 
What — but a spacious burial-field unwall'd, 
Strew'd with death's spoils, the spoils of animals, 
Savage and tame, and full of dead men's bones ? 
The very turf on which we tread, once liv'd ; 
And we, that live, must lend our carcasses 
To cover our own offspring : in their turns 
They too must cover theirs 1 

Blair's Grave. 
This world is all a fleeting show, 

For man's illusion given ; 
The smiles of joy, the tears of wo, 
Deceitful shine, deceitful flow ; 

There 's nothing true but Heaven. 

Moore 
Yes, fair as the syren, but false as her song, 
Are the world's painted shadows, that lure us along ; 
Like the mist on the mountain, the foam on the deep, 
Or the voices of friends that we greet in our sleep, 
Are the pleasures of earth. 

Mrs. S. J Hale. 



WORTH .— (See Excellence.) 



WRITERS. — (Se« Authors,) 



WRONG. (See Injury.) 



YOUTH.-— (See Childhood.) 



ZEAL, — (See Enthusiasm.) 

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